A letter to my dad
A letter to my dad
its message encoded in my soul and mind
Meditated to translate the codes in a form of a rhyme
I’m saying what’s on my soul and mind
Tryin’a get what’s mine
With a handful of nines
my right hand’s taking lives
while my left hand is packing knives
Got a bunch of inmates with their bodies full of bullets
While I’m screaming “what were you thinking of daddy
denying your first son while he came to you to talk like a man?”
Now I’m against your will as a father
dedicated to make your mind ill, ‘cause you a sucker
If I wasn’t your son, I’d deploy goonies to kill you
‘cause you act like a retarded mucker
I suffered so much, but survived all the agonies you caused me
I lost me a life and a grandmother
Almost quit school like a typical youngster
In my mind I had this one wish to be a gangster
but my education and maturity took the crown
You weren’t there to witness me graduating from the pains of life
I was living a lie
Telling friends and teachers at school that my daddy is a cop
instead you’re on weed and you hate each one of your seed
My heart bleeds, but will God stop me if I make you bleed?
You’re the reason why I’m married to evil deeds
You like a man of darkness with seven heads, horns and a tail indeed
Hating me’s like hating your own self, you begging for a curse
You making your life worse, but I’ma keep on saying God bless
This is a handwritten letter with no envelope
Destination known, it’s going straight to your ears
Travelling at the speed of my flow
I’ma read it for you, it’s in a form of a song
I’m trying’a collect my dough
65 pistols will be knocking at your door
You’ll be dodging bullets
for letting me live a life full of obstacles
coming at me straight, packed like pellets
Would you have a toast for your son
if he got shot while collecting other people’s wallets
tryna live?
Would you be proud if he was called a thief
What do you have against him, do you have beef?/
Would you slaughter a cow at his funeral to eat that beef?
You a proud, rotten father, but I don’t wish you death
I wish you health, a long life expectancy and wealth
Hold your breath and try ta be a good father to your newborns
before God takes away your breath
Fear God, dad, don’t fear my wrath
Do not underestimate any of my words nor my strength
Remember a sluggard can kill an elephant
That’s a most important life element
All hail the kingdom of an ant, while the elephant is long gone and forgotten
If it wasn’t for God I’d make your life as thin as cotton
I hope you fully fathom this that you’re caught in
Sincerely yours, your son
A letter to my dad, written in codes
Sending him straight to hell where he belongs
Asking God to spare him so he can live long
I want to see me balling before the devil calls him
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