Jen Cloher And The Endless Sea mother s desk

Thank God,
I have the best mom ever
Even though i'm a knuckle-headed kid,
Hangin' in the streets
Stealin' my own dreams
For the cream,
All cus of gr'weed
Money grows on trees
The bird flees
Crossin' over the seas
Tryna reach the other world of peace,
But you never leave like my daddy did
I'll never forget all the sacrifices you did
You paid my school fees so i can reach my own
Dreams
You told me to stay in somebodys'
Church so i can be
Blessed.
Now i'm on the move to prove to these fuckin' haters
That i can rise while the dawn is gray
My enemies, still takin' their fuckin'
Retrack the track before i fall deep in my own trap
Now i'm grindin' my way through the walls
To sit on the fuckin' throne of Harmony and success
Breakin' my enemies' bones
Leave them hangin like a telephone
Cus i'm not alone
My mama is in my zone
The better feelin i ever known.