May 2018
You’ve probably seen your share of horrors by now so one more shouldn’t steer you off of path
I know I missed the days of watching you grow and how you made everyone around you laugh
But I got caught up with some bad people and it cost me my life in whole
I had to watch you grow up from a distance while still trying to push you out your comfort zone, but that distance can’t be made up and your brain will forever have a hole
When you needed me most I had to leave you alone
And now you’re writing poems but it’s my fault why you’re not out there getting a New Years kiss
She’s a cute girl but I feel her attention is not where it should be and that’s where being crazy comes into play
And I patiently wait for when you become a father because that’ll be the day
I learn from my mistakes and can hopefully be a good grandfather
But if you have a son that’ll be the day I start breathing harder
Watching you and him interact together has a list of regrets running through my mind like a movie I’ve seen too many times
I’ll always admire how big and smart you’ve grown and how you stayed away from criminal crimes
And I’ve come to conclusion that all the things you said about me is true but most importantly I’m a deadbeat
You cooked me up good with the words you wrote but managed to watch me bleed while you salivated like rich people do at red meat
But just know there used to be a time when I was proud to have said I have a son
And if death disguised himself as a cop I’d jump in front of the gun
I never thought my absence would give you anxiety, but again that’s my fault
Try hitting up one of those Spanish girls on your Snapchat, that’s not fatherly advice just a man thought
Be one thing you can’t deny is before there was Gemini we all knew you as Stephon
The boy who lived to provide for his family and friends and would do it until god said it’s his time to be gone
And correct me if I’m wrong
But isn’t there a girl from your senior year in high school that killed you mentally when she chose him over you? I’ve seen the way you’ve been talking and looking at that girl from college so son I think it’s time to respawn
And stop writing poems about these girls and face to face tell them how you feel until the crack of dawn
My last wish from you is to tell that girl how you feel and maybe your words can hit her hard and you she can be the one to lift your anxiety curse
I know I missed the days of watching you grow and how you made everyone around you laugh
But I got caught up with some bad people and it cost me my life in whole
I had to watch you grow up from a distance while still trying to push you out your comfort zone, but that distance can’t be made up and your brain will forever have a hole
When you needed me most I had to leave you alone
And now you’re writing poems but it’s my fault why you’re not out there getting a New Years kiss
She’s a cute girl but I feel her attention is not where it should be and that’s where being crazy comes into play
And I patiently wait for when you become a father because that’ll be the day
I learn from my mistakes and can hopefully be a good grandfather
But if you have a son that’ll be the day I start breathing harder
Watching you and him interact together has a list of regrets running through my mind like a movie I’ve seen too many times
I’ll always admire how big and smart you’ve grown and how you stayed away from criminal crimes
And I’ve come to conclusion that all the things you said about me is true but most importantly I’m a deadbeat
You cooked me up good with the words you wrote but managed to watch me bleed while you salivated like rich people do at red meat
But just know there used to be a time when I was proud to have said I have a son
And if death disguised himself as a cop I’d jump in front of the gun
I never thought my absence would give you anxiety, but again that’s my fault
Try hitting up one of those Spanish girls on your Snapchat, that’s not fatherly advice just a man thought
Be one thing you can’t deny is before there was Gemini we all knew you as Stephon
The boy who lived to provide for his family and friends and would do it until god said it’s his time to be gone
And correct me if I’m wrong
But isn’t there a girl from your senior year in high school that killed you mentally when she chose him over you? I’ve seen the way you’ve been talking and looking at that girl from college so son I think it’s time to respawn
And stop writing poems about these girls and face to face tell them how you feel until the crack of dawn
My last wish from you is to tell that girl how you feel and maybe your words can hit her hard and you she can be the one to lift your anxiety curse
