Yo Son. . How You Doin ? (Good Homie) Good Good, It's Bout Time I Got To Talk To You. . (Yeah, I Guess. . How You Been ?) Hanging In There. . Fucking Hanging. . But Fuck This Small Shit. . I Gotta Holla At You Bout Something Serious. . (What's On Ya Mind Fame ?)
Fuck That. . . Don't Even Say Fam. . Damn
You Got The Nerve To Pulla Swerve But Still Extend Ya Hand ?
Bullshit, Forreal, Cause Dog, We Use To Be Like Brothers
Closeness, Rollin', Smokin', Ridin', Spittin Like No Fuckin Others
But Dog, The Fuck Happened When Dudes Was Strappin
Thought You Was Packin', But Fuck, You Was Jus Actin'
Fact Is, You Did Pack Shit, Fucking Jealousy From Me Rappin'
Why Ya Let The Game N Paper Inflitrate Ya Mind's Pattern ?
My Lines Are Now Rammed With - Hate, Hurt N Fuck You's
You Stabbed Me In The Back Dog, But I Still Ain't Struck You
Now You Wanna Play This Shit Off, Like I'ma Forget
Fuck Cuz, Everytime I Spit The Anger I Have Towards You Bitch
Just Builds Up, Until Explosion Appears Quite Imminent
It's Over. . No More Fam Corrosion, You're Insignificant
"The Fuck Outta My Sight. . You Make Me Sick. . "
Ey. . Mom, Dad. . Nah. . Ya'll Aint Even Gotta Say A Word. . There's Shit I Need To Get Off My Chest. . I Jus Wanna Talk To Ya'll For A Minute Aiight. .
I Guess Ya'll Thinkin I'm Doin Fine Don't You ? Not. .
Feeling Miserable, Conditions Not Liveable, Smile Critical, Got. .
No Reason To Be Happy, This Fuckin Far From My Friends
Now Any Problems I Got, I Solve Um With A Fuckin Pen
Cause I Have No One To Turn To, This Shit Burns Through
My Skin - To My Heart, Don't Start, Please Lemme Learn You
Going To A School N Not Knowing One Fucking Person
Has Decreased My Inner Peace, Where's My Piece For This Hurtin ?
Nah, Suicide Never Crossed My Mind - But It's Time You Realize Ma
That Dad Tried To Provide But Fell Off Fatherhood, Pa. .
I Ain't Mad At You, But I Do Admit That Some Nights
I Think Of You, N Ask "Where Was Dad Them 13 Years Of My Life ?"
And Why Did After 13 Years, Shit Have To Change From Right. .
To Wrong - 13 Tears Shed For Every Year I Thought My Life. .
Was Perfect, I Couldn't See You Two Going Seperate
I'm Fucking Desperate For A Father-Son Talk For A Lesson
N My Stress Makes Shit Hectic, Fuck It, There's No Next Kid
I'm The Youngest N Mama's Boy, But Dad I Love You The Same
N I"m Done Talking, But I Leave You My Wish That's Above Fame
I Wish Ya Last And First Were Still Together In Love's Name. .
"I Love Ya'll. ."
That's All I Needed To Do. . I Jus Wanted To Talk. .
Yeah, This Is Another Track For My CD {mE = everyMCsquared}. . Been Writing New Tracks Diligently As The Time When My Boy Gets Studio Equipment Approaches. . This Isn't My Best. . But It's Deep. . Everything Is True. . Pz.