This track and the present commander and chief AND HIS STAFF is the reason for my words !! The song is not finished yet. I got a couple more pieces to add from a few flicks. The song is very powerful and it's like a back piece on the tattoo side, so i'm a add the color hopefully saturday. This is just my opinon, and you may have another and your absolutley entited to that. So come thru and check it out people. Enjoy, or not !! Produced by the one and only MISTER KA !! Good look fam !!!............TOMMI NICKOLZ

I’m sitting here in the hospital’s I.C.U next to the woman that gave me life, and now she’s gone. My grandmother is starring into space, maybe thinking of her baby running around playing and laughing with pigtails and the most innocent look she could have. That’s a vision I can ONLY wish to have. A week earlier she drove herself to the hospital because of a nose bleed and a severe headache, and seven days later she was gone. The smell of the hospital is makin’ me sick to my stomach. I’m being consoled by overworked nurses and doctors and a priest who really means well, but at this point I’m inconsolable. They discovered a blood clot on her brain the first day and had to conduct emergency brain surgery to remove it or she would die in a few hours. My mother was a fighter, and had been thru a lot. Men that she cared for knocked her around, drugs took control of her life for a while. She had me at a time when the street was where she really wanted to be, and a baby would slow her down. She was afraid she would miss something, and she would. She missed me experimenting with drugs and unprotected sex, running with gangs until the sun would appear, selling drugs and being shot at in wars for a few blocks that will never belong to any of us. Oh momma, I Love you so much, and now I can’t show you. Momma, your son truly understands now. I’m going thru the same situations you did . I made a man when I wasn’t one myself, and for a longtime I ran, thinking out of sight, out of mind. Me and his mother could never be friends, but I do love my son and I cry for him because he didn’t ask to come here, he just wants to be loved by those who he loves. A mother and father that care for him. What our children see, in most cases they become. I’ve been here for an hour just looking at my mother, stroking her hair, telling her I love her and I always have. I kiss her forehead over and over and over again. She looks so peaceful and beautiful, it’s like she’s sleeping. My eyes keep glancing at her chest, because at times it looks like she’s breathing. “Rayshi looks just like you”,I whispered into her hear. “You raised me well and I learned a lot from you. We didn’t spend enough time together and I blame life for that, not you. I remember the times when you’d hug me as tight as you could without hurting me from outta nowhere and would tell me you loved me so very much and that I was your baby, always. I will miss you dearly”. I seen my mother laugh, I seen my mother cry, I seen my mother live, I seen my mother DIE Your strength, your courage, your love and spirit will stay with me as long as I’m here. If you still have your mother, please hug her for me, tell her you love her for me, and together say a silent prayer for people like me, because “My Momma Gone” Come check out the song I wrote and dedicated to the loving memory of my mother “My Momma Gone” HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY !!!