BIRTH, THE YEAR WAS 78 WHEN THE LORD FIRST WROTE MY FATE. 3 LBS 12OZ WAS MY WEIGHT PREMATUE BLACK BABY NO NEED TO BE LATE HEART OFF BEAT BUT BEATING STRONG BUT IT WOULDN'T BE TILL THEY FOUND SOMETHING WRONG I'M SORRY YOU CAN'T TAKE YOUR BABY HOME WHEN WE GET THE RESULTS WE'LL CALL YOUR PHONE MOM'S AT HOME STRESSING AND CRYING WORRIED SICK ABOUT BABY BRYAN ON HER KNEES PRAYING NIGHTLY TO KEEP ME FROM DYING I PUT THAT ON MY LIFE NO NEED FOR LYING A COUPLE DAYS LATER MOMS GOT THE CALL "COME GET HIM" SHE RUSHED TO HIGHLAND RUSH TO HIGHLAND WASN'T NO TIME TO STALL GOT TO THE HOUSE BUT IT WASN'T NO CRIB A DRESSER DRAWER IS WHERE I LIVE BLANKETS PILLOWS IT WAS FULLY EQUIPPED LITTLE BABY GETTING HUNGRY BUT IT WASN'T NO WIC IT'S OKAY GRANNY GOOSE A COME DROP OFF SOME CHIPS ITS 2 FIFtys IN EVERY HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL.
