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So, I wrote this song for my Ma, and we called it F— The Yankees – only in Amity could that happen. I’m ten years older than my younger brother, and as such have had time to live away from home, and mature enough to know just how good I had it with my Ma growing up; this is a letter to her telling her that even though she’s going through similar struggles now as she did with me, (however on a far lesser scale, there are no drugs involved anymore,) that everything is going to be OK.