Are you proud?

So yesterday I wrote a rhyme for my momz, check it out;

i'm tired of seeing copywrighted statuses, but i guess i'm overeacting.
cuss the only things that matter is;the ends you make&the things you did.
&i've had these dreams since a little kid, used to promise my mamma a bigger crib.
&a nicer car, living somewhere out in a burb real far.
all this to make her proud, so she won't have to worry about people looking when she says she loves her son outloud.
like she could put her name out a cloud, &i can just sit there&say out loud;
that's my momz&i'm proud.
to say, that she was there every step of the way.
of knotch of the journey, from the glory to the gurney.
Something like my best, dreamed of being her ernie.
she used to call me something like her little bernie mac.
cuss i kept laughing on some real shit, and that's a fact.
remember when she used to ask me about different girl she'd hear about, she'd put her ear to phone, like bring em out.
she met a few chicks that i'd chill with on the daily, tried to question them like her name was carson daley.
but lately, we've been at odds greatly.
cuss i been running out here with these little ladies.
you're like oh god, what if he has a baby.
you're scared as shit cuss you know, you&gma not the only ladies, calling me baby.
It's crazy.
how everything turns majestic like purple haze be.
But I'm going to end this by asking you are you proud?
&Are you at the point where you can say it out loud?
Or do i need to keep sifting threw my flaws, to get it perfect like a painting by KAWS.
&once you're gone, who's gonna make that morning call?
I'd rather fall, off the face of the earth.
then try to face the worth of living life without you.
Leaves me a sour taste, like an off-brand.


dear momz, are you proud?