No More Hustle
No mom wants to see their son hustle,
But no son wants to see their mama struggle.
And even though we had more than others,
She still had to work just to earn a dollar.
When holidays came she left gifts under the tree,
printed with Santa's name, but I knew they weren't free.
By the time it was Christmas eve, she told me to wish
for my number one gift.
I told her it was for me to provide her with happieness.
She said son one day you'll be successful.
Now I here I am, not making her stress over the hustle.
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