Sup old man, my gold plan
was to be better than you
but as time passes by
I realize I was already
greater than you, Elevated & true.
I restate it in blue. While this
ink pen leaks, I am painted as truth
20 years you laid down
behind a cell, sendin mail
I call tell, emotions from a stranger
that knew he failed as a father.
I didn't bother to write back
to see you in person now
a free man, how can I fight that
I'm happy but I dont know you
just your legacy. Another lost black king
so me, I'll never be.