Being a single mother
A lot of these men don't know the struggle I have to provide, feed, nurture, and take care of my kids all by myself No helpAnd although I know it's my responsibility I didn't lay down and make them on my ownSo why is it that I have to pick up your slackYou come around on holidays Keep them every blue moonNo financial supportYou're not providingYet some how, some way you always look like the hero in their eyes I guess that's because their to young to seeThat your only buying them gifts, giving them sweets to eat, and letting them get their way because your preparing them for the next few months when you won't be aroundAnd you have to leave them with fond memoriesOnly too make yourself look goodBut when they get older the truth they will seeAnd I must admit at times I've criedBecause they can't see how much I've triedTo be the best mother I can beAll that I do, and they can't seeBecause I am the enforcerHomeworkDisciplineMake sure you eat your vegetablesDon't forget to studyNo talking on the phoneBedtimePunishmentThat's the ugly side of thingsThe part that you know nothing aboutBut rest assured because one day they'll seeThat when it comes to themThat's all me