Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Son

Son i feel you drift away /
I should have never left you out to play /
Taken you from me this ghetto way /
I know you are only eight /
But you are not of shake and bake /
i want for you so much more /
Not something from a dollar store /
now you cuss and swear /
all learned over there /
But no my son i can not let this be /
I want you to be better than me /
Love
daddy

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