See, they are still laughing
scrutizing my writing
see your Mama
get hit too many times
and ask me why am I so violent
ask me why my father left
and never came back
why the bottle over the years
has been more of a dad
why my Grandma died
and never saw me make it
why the only time I kissed her
she was under a flower arrangement
see I don't owe it to myself
I owe it to my family
that is why I take offence
when fake emcees want to battle me
I am mentally disturbed
I swear something aint balanced
if my body is a temple
than that crackhouse must be a
palace
and I can still recall the early
years
I am only 4 years old Pops
why you giving me beer
throwing bottles at my Mama
always fighting
everytime he drank
he'd tend to get
violent
but check it my
heart no longer
holds a place
because where was
he at
when I was smoking
base
when steps was
beating me up
socking my face
when I had nowhere
to go
when I was locked
in a cage
and then these
enemies flashing
throwing up their
sets
see I don't even
bang
but I am caught up
in this mess
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