A good mother

Will go through the snow, sleet, and hell to make sure she don’t fail. We real cool but mom sent us no mail.
We love our mother.
Can someone tell her we left school to find her in D.C. We stayed out late– It’s Black History– Months we strike straight with no sound of her voice or sound.
We sing sin hoping she’s not underground. A good mother does not drink or thin gin.
A good mom is your best friend.
We Jazz, June, big mama coming soon. I hope you see her before we die soon.
Balloons, Balloons, Balloons