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Nov 2012
Dear Dad;
I guess the child support checks just wasn't enough
See the money was good but it wasn't your love
I tried to do good but my will wasn't enough
Now I'm writing you this from this jail cell
Living the rest of my life in this caged hell
Now listen up dad to the story I tell
See it all started when I was 16 years old
Mom couldn't feed me so I was left in the cold
I bet it's getting interesting as the story get told
I was living my life with no rules
All the ****** I kicked it with were all fools
And I've been kick out of so many different high schools
Times were hard I had no place to sleep
I even stood on a bridge and was ready to leap
But I been through too much I didnt have time to weep
The same day a Blood asked me if I was down for the cause
I didn't even think... No second of pause
Cause from the looks of it they had it all
So from than on it became blood or bleed
And they became my family providing my every need
And this path of life is where no father leads
So I was out on the block selling and stealing
I got robbed myself... I got robbed of my feelings
Lil Wayne Life style because my house had no ceiling
See this next part I know you really going to like
It's about the only thing we did alike
I done ****** so many girls I might have ten lil Mikes'
I know that's bad but it could of been worse
But now they share my fate... I shared the curse
I'm just glad I'm alive and not in a hurse
But I guess I been delaying the story
Im in jail now I don't ask you to worry
Because really you cant do **** for me
I'm not saying it's your fault
But a dad suppose to be there for his son.. At least that's what I thought
I did good without you at least still I got caught
See it was just the usual gig
Go in the crib steal all the valuables... just nothing big...
But everything went wrong and this is what I did
See unlike the other spots here someone was home
I walked in the room and there he was with 911 on the phone
So I acted with out thinking and put two bullets in his dome
Even though I was strapped it was never meant to be used
But what could I do my adrenaline and reactions became fused
So there was this body and there was me left confused
Now his life was gone and I was the one to blame
I knew my guilt so I waited till the police came
Dad this is my story on you I place no blame
So I went in front of the 12 and they gave me life
Isn't that funny Thats the same punishment you gave me Right?
So I had to sit there as his wife glare pierced my heart sharper than a butcher knife
And as I pulled the trigger I didn't think of his kid
Now he got to grow up without a dad just like I did
All this was my doing this is what I did
Once my mom told me I was just like you, I didn't believe her
But now as I end this letter, I'm a Believer.
Love Always, Your Child _ Support Check Receiver
Written by
Michael A Bauseman
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