Pop listen to me,
You started out callin' me lil homie with an I.
Remember all the letters' to and from,
All the dears' and sincerely's.
This ya' son speaking to you pop;
Understand I'm a man in my own right,
And on all 10 imma stand,
You keep it real told me to never lie to you,
I keep a G cause you taught me to be real and it can't be measured by no number.
Nie I'm baby boi',
I'm the man nie,
Stunnin' like my father, they say I look like me.
But to comprehend what I'm about to tell might have grab a seat;
I'm not playing pop. I'm really finna' speak to you my truth.
I was a baby waiting for pop to come home, counting on my fingers everyday, and then the days got long, and then you came home.
I came to see you, I met my pop, I was glad to meet you, I met my dad he the coolest, fliest nigga. But really pop I was out there man I wasn't in the sandbox this world took me through it, if it wasn't for that village girl I don't think I would have made it!
See I love you pop, and I love her too, but this my truth.
I watched everything unfold before my eyes and all I could do was wait, and now it's my time to tell my story. I'm at the age now where I can use what I know and put it to good use.
Don't try to read between the lines, this is just how I feel. This your son speaking to you pop, I understand I'm the one who you told to break the curse.
I took that burden along with my siblings and jumped over hurdles, and I'm still jumping hurdles! So please just listen to me pop this your lil homie. I know I'm touching your soul, so just hear me out pop. If you know what I knew you would be out pop, and that's the truth. But you coming home I don't care, that's the facts.
Well I told my truth I love you pop.
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Unheard: They Hear Me, But They Not Listening
PoetryExcuse me, can I grab your eyes and thoughts? As you gaze upon these poetic prayers of this silent village boy. Understand that his outside is sideways and flipped upside down all in one. Scream loudly if you can, but I guarantee the village boy has...
