I’ve been flipped scripts with the best of them to test ‘em men,
So there’s no reason for me to stress you then I’m a testament,
Of that you achieve when you believe what you see in your eyes,
When you look into the mirror alone at night below dark skies,
And your baby cries as your face illuminates in the plate that can’t feed her,
Cause she was birth at a time when you swore you don’t need her,
When you could barely afford that torn, stained wife beater,
Read her a book, but she’s already more intellectual than your most complex verse is,
So her worse is better than your first is, no purpose to try and teach her, seems worthless,
She knows that you love her, but to her Daddy’s feeble minded,
Emotions easily winded till the spring snaps and actions are blinded,
Blood to flush the rush that moves his reaction for such distractions,
His attractions to women leaves him looking for a love lost in lust,
Till he fucks up and plants a second seed in the rush, he blames God, life’s tough,
It’s all enough that this abrupt plan to cancel his own man is written through his hand,
The ink etched deep in the sketch of his own demise beneath his eyes,
As he approves with a nod and the bullet penetrates his dying words, it’s already too late,
Abigail now hates him, twenty years later she looks in the mirror Daddy was ungrateful,
But I miss him so much; maybe if I were better he wouldn’t have been so hateful,
She cries herself to sleep he awakes to see from the heavens his tears break the pavement,
A constant enslavement maybe wrong but now he is trapped in heaven’s version of hell,
His second Michelle wakes next to a stranger in a motel from trying to rebel,
Both could excel but have fallen through his weakness probly just as well that he didn’t live to see this.
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