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Part One
couldn't tell it all, in 1 part
had to tear it into a 3 piece
victim of crime, is how I had to live
my daddy died in 2...0...0...2
if he sneezed, please believe!
I wouldn't have said
"GOD BLESS YOU"
since he passed gone are those days
had to come up with clever ways
to cover up the scars
when I was born, no cigar
spit bars like I'm in a cypher
non stop like I'm wearing a diaper
love mama, I don't like her
want to hit her, will never strike her
raised by old folk, never disrespectful
left for dead, bashed in the head
you'll never think again
that's what the doctor said
he wrote it in ink, with a silver pen
by the way while you were sleeping
your daddy died, go ahead and cry
my daddies dead, cry why
he never looked me in my eyes
he never took me to Disney Land
he chased me with a thorn in his side
fire in his eyes, ran fast to save my life
blood on my hands, prints on the knife
my grandmother said if my son dies
"IT'S OVER"
look here, witch
Part two
your sons a dog like Rover
he's a hethan, cops can't hold him
mamas too scared to leave him
neck hurts from looking up
tired of praying to the ceiling
he bites, turn me over
I'll show you the marks from, October
I was born in August
it's a damn shame
too damn young for all this
buck shots from the bangs, in the dark
still trying to get out the blood stains
from all the junk pushed in his veins
hey granny, I know you can't stand me
I blame you for all his pain
you said I wasn't his pup
look at me, shut the hell up
I'm his seed test me, I bark
he's the reason why, I'm not
afraid of the dark, he did everything
in plain sight, I prayed for a goodnight
wished he was dead, prayed for death
Part Three
paid a Crip to bust in, his chest
told a blood that he was a Crip
tried to off him, more than often
couldn't wait to pick out the coffin
cancer ate him, had to cremate him
yes, I loved him, never hate him
couldn't kick the demons in him
from feigning for the venom
nightmares, while dreaming
cover my hears, coz I still hear
mama and other voices screaming
shooting smack, eyes rolling back
inside his head, I just wanted him gone
leave... me... and...my... mama... alone
every time I'm home, I want to run up in
Riverside Cemetery where he's buried
kill his flowers and kick over his stone
got a lot of issues too resolve, a couple
of problems to be solve, pray for me
I'll do my best, I admit...since
had to stretch to get it off my chest
though I have bled, I still breathe
poetry for me is, relief therapy
though I may have wrote
a thousand on this site
you have not heard
the last of me, until
I get, the goodnight
I asked off thee
when I was three
