She is the Mother of Soul
And I'm not talking about the music
I'm talking about the Streets!
Raising two boys on her own
Makes her a beast
Some may not understand
Some may not care
But In the end she is Mom and Dad
With no room to share
Putting one through college
And the other through high school
Working Day and Nite
to put food on the table
Ducking and dodging from pierced bullets 
Is how her boys spent their afternoons
They lived to see another day
Grew up while She paved their way
Moved on with families of their own
Out the hood to hollywood
Leaving behind the only real Woman they ever known
She didn't move, she didn't weap or morn behind them
Turning her three bedroom small shambles of a home
Into a remake model of a Beverly Hills mansion
Where she rest her head and weary feet
Sitting on her newly remodeled porch
Drinking Lemonade and continues to
Manage her Thrown as the queen of her streets!