Black Poetry : Daddy, do you love that glass **** more than me?

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  1. krazelyricks

    krazelyricks Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Where were you for eighteen years of my life
    I've pained so much that it cuts like a knife
    Saw you from a distance, can't believe you threw away your life
    Disowned me just for that crack pipe
    Just to get high
    But that aiight
    I'm still in the hood, but I got a good life
    Better than yours anyway, I got a bed to sleep at night
    See a better future for me, I see the spotlights
    Got you pulling at my feet for ten dollars on a crack pipe
    What's the hype

    So many birthdays gone
    Looking for you, but my mama the only one
    Got her working two nine to fives, and you haven't even one
    Trying to find you on the streets for help, but you ain't give none
    I guess you would whether give that glass d**k dome
    That's aiight, that's okay though, when I live lovely....you gets none
    I hope you understand where I'm coming from
    If not, I don't care becuz you never understood why I needed you before, huh
    Never stayed in the house long
    Just stole from my mama and your only little one
    I guess you loved the crack pipe more than me, the damage is already done

    I got tired of mama lying to me about where you were
    Told so many lies that she finally had to tell me where you were
    I mean, who you were
    It was just that long, I forgot who you were
    When I approached you, you said that you didn't care
    Had a buddy with you with some nappy hair
    Told me I wasn't your seed and my mama was a h0e, made me cry and pull out my hair
    Now you walking on the street corners like the world doesn't even matter
    Not a care in the world, not even your daughter

    The pain over the years was torture
    Had to lie in school and **** about my father
    Talkin' about he dead and a lawyer
    When the truth is, he down the street smoking reefer
    Looking tore up as hell, does he love me? NEVER
    He's a square, a broke down father
    Pass him everyday, do I approach? NEVER
    He's a sucker
    A drug addicted wife beater
    Don't need him

    I wish when I get older
    That when I get a chance to pick my baby's father
    That he ain't nothing like you, a no good father
    If he is, then I won't even bother
    Got problems, I guess I'll have to solve em'
    Before he be anything like you, I'll kill em'
    And wrap him
    Up in a sandwich and serve him for dinner
    You need a preacher

    I got a new man now, he's a dealer
    Think I'm gon' have to live him alone becuz he deal ya
    Money or none, I got to hate him
    Becuz, he took ya
    Made you luv that **** more than me, he made me hate ya
    Selling white powder in the projects, he killed ya
    Man, I hate ya
    Are you addicted to that **** that bad, I can't even love ya

    Do you love me though?
    Please daddy, tell me so
    Oh, I guess not you just passed me and didn't even recognize me no mo'
    Asking me for a dollar that I gave even though
    I knew you wouldn't do nothing but buy mo'
    I guess there was love on my side that I didn't see
    Even though I don't think you love me

    Tell me pops, do you love that glass d!ck more than me?
     
  2. krazelyricks

    krazelyricks Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I guess I had a little rage come out my pen that I needed to post. I'm sorry but I just had to share it. For years, I've lied to everyone....everyone...who I felt the need to impress about my father. I told them that he was a lawyer when the truth was that he was nothing but the average crack head down the street.

    Anyway, I passed him the other day. He was looking terrible....so terrible that I didn't notice him.The only way I knew it was him was by his eyes. We have the same hazel eyes. He asked me for a dollar and said may god bless me. I wanted to say, I wish he blessed me with you. But I just smiled and told him thank you. At first I resented this man. I was like **** you, but then I realized I had love for him after all. I mean after all, he was my father. Evidently, my mama saw something in him. She saw enough to have me with him. Thank you ya'll for hearing me out. Thank you in advance for feeling me on this.
     
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    your not alone ...................so many of us face the sad tales of dads
    and we just look and vent through madness & love and wishies i feel
    you deeply the best thing is we learn through those mistakes made
    by them and whomever for better days ......thy mother loveth thee and
    unto both are u so forth loveth him as well .
     
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    As usual, your flow draws us in, and even more so since it's the truth. And it's that truth that frees you, telling it like it is, yet knowing that he is still your blood. Realizing that he wasn't always this way. There is always hope. Much luv to ya poet.
     
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    alot of people go through the same things
    i also found myself telling lies to my friends about my father
    maybe because i wanted that father i imagined about to be my father
    but truth is he wasnt

    Nice post..found all types of energy in it in all types of ways
     
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    krazelyricks Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thanks fam, thank you for truly feeling this poem. It hurt while writing it but after I wrote it, I felt relieved. Thank you so much for encouraging me. Love always fo sho.
     
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    Yes there are so many of us caught up out there, ...dying a slow death daily, and we lose so many good men/women to the wrong power.
    Forever keep your hands open, for one sweet day...he will reach out for it.
     
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    krazelyricks Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    :run: I wanted to bring this back because I heard that he died of a overdose recently. I didn't even know until a month later. Oh well, this is still dedicated to him. I still feel the same way. In fact, if I had known about his death before time I probably would have read it at his funeral in front of everybody. Don't get it twisted, I do love this man but I have some unanswered questions. I just figured that I would get the answers to the questions in a dream or something if he heard them over his own casket. :( Oh how I do wish I had some answers so I could give them to my future children.
     
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    My father like your father
    Fen for drugs-guns revolver
    Let that weed take his mind
    Beat my mother-She sits there crying
    I sit back crying-Lumps on my head
    Im at school lying-Don't know what too say
    Hey
    I seen some much of him in me
    Makes me mad I've seen so much you see
    I tried to read between lines
    Look through the book past the cover
    Overshadow my fears-Lay in the arms of my mother
    Pray to God I never wound up like this....
    But I still got love for him though
    Your krazelyricks speaks so much to me so
    Make me so sad barely can even type anymore
    I sware speak truths when I speak on this man
    This man This man Dont even call him DAD
    We on first name basis
    Sometimes makes me want to yell
    I have seen the crossroads a long time coming
    Weed like liquid crack to me
    Makes life much worse
    Hope all can see I Love You
    Krazelyricks I got your back
    Young Queen
    Much love Sista
     
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    **** that was deep, It seems every black family is split in some way but our common plight can be our strength. Life is change, flow on
     
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