i can't believe im in such a predicament
what a sticky situation this is
yall niggas know what it is
im uncle david to my nephews feel like ive been raising my own kids
gotta get it together
life will take u through all types of haiti type weather
but im cut from a texture tougher than unprocessed leather
honestly it can't get no better
i got my whole life in front of me
i realized as much as i loved the weed
you aint gotta spend your whole life blunted g
and to mah man yeah i appreciate u for frontin me
but when i asked u for that dope u should confronted me
instead of supporting my decision
i shoulda handled the game wit precision
now im facing a stint in prison
instead of hard work
i wanted that easy livin
my mother taught me respect and diligence
im jus provin to these white folks that niggas really ain't intelligent
but i mean is livin legit really relevant
my daddy's absence is ironically more n more evident
never met him its like he never existed wheres the evidence?
damn short lived is the time in this residence
but i kno my mom buying this house is heaven sent
but now shes all hell bent
wasting money on an attorney capital that could've been well spent
ill just have to make sure my steps are well thought
can't have my family all distraught
big bruh i jus wanted to b like you but i saw the pain ur eyes
similar to pac when he was facin his demise
but yall got that popular demand
and im jus that nigga that supplies
exquisite and bold truths never troubled lies.
leavin them niggas hangin like a nooseneck coon!
im outta here! i b back in a month physically and digitally!!
It's about time you release another masterpiece, haha. This was a nice poem. I like how you in a way weave opposing emotions like drive/ambition with a subtle tone of apprehension within your words, if that makes any sense. Keep up the good work :)
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