Little Steve

by Beautiful Disaster   Oct 22, 2007


There was a young boy name little Steve he use to live with his momma in the streets,she use to take good care of him,but one day she got hooked into drugs,she started leaving him alone at nights not caring how little Steve would survive,as days turn into years little Steve grew into a teen,he started looking for a way to survive not caring what people thought he started selling drugs,as days turn into months he had made so much money he didn't wanna stop,but one day little Steve got a call,to his surprise it was his mom,she said I'm sorry for the way i left,but there is something i have to say,little Steve was lost and confused not knowing what to say,he stayed quite for a minute and hung up,he didn't care what his momma had to say,the next day little Steve was walking through the sidewalk when he saw a body laying on the ground,he said momma i didn't mean to hang up,momma please wake up,as little Steve sat there in the ground he started praying something he had never done before,he said i promise I'll change my life as long as i have my momma back,he felt someone grab his had,she said my son I'm here to stay,i was so close to seeing the light but God spoke to me he said here's your second chance,its time to make things right.......

Momma Give Me Your Hand Its Time To Start Over...

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