I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven.
When I awoke I began to teach about repentance.
But its hard to live this life without resentment
Can you hear me you !!!?
Hoping my father can hear me
The closest we ever were was the semen he used to bear me.
Now my vision is ablur what I envisioned impaired
The cycle continued as I explained to my daughter
Why daddy wasnt always there
About how me and her mother never were.
My vision is clear what I envision is rare
But my path is clear the road to perfection begins with imperfect
perfections
And I can thank my father for the very few times he stepped into
My life and what he never taught me
and the bullshit he bought me
And the times he said sorry
But I could never forget the times I needed him THE MOST but he never saw me
So Then life began to bore
His presence began to abhor me
Now my daughter needs me and I am the same story
She will tell me when she explains how she lost me
but I wont let that happen
I WILL STEP IN AND TEACH HER TO BE DEPENDENTLY INDEPENDENT
AND IF A MAN SAYS HE LOVES YOU ON THE THIRD DATE HE IS ONLY PRETENDING
AND IF HE BEATS YOU LEAVE HIM DONT DEFEND HIM
AND IF HE PRAYS WITH YOU DOESNT MEAN HE WILL STAY WITH YOU
TEACH HER TO BE STRONG AND NEVER TO TRY OUT THE WRONG THINGS
WHEN TIMES ARE HARD
I WILL SHOW HER THAT HER BODY IS A GIFT OF THE PRESENT AND IT SHOULD ONLY BE GIVEN TO HIM WHO WILL BE HERE AND NOW AND PAST THE FUTURE
I WILL SHOW HER HOW TO FIGHT SO IF SHE LOSE SHE'LL KNOW DADDY STILL TAUGHT HER RIGHT
I WILL HUG HER AND LOVE HER SO SHE WONT HAVE TO BEG ANOTHER MAN TO SEX HER SO HE WILL LOVE HER
I WILL BE THERE
MY VISION IS CLEAR WHAT I ENVISION IS RARE A FATHER FIGURE I WILL BE
EVEN THOUGH MY FATHER WASNT THERE
BUT I STILL SEE MY FATHER AND I GUESS HE REALLY TAUGHT ME
THAT THE MAN HE NEVER BECOME
IVE ALREADY BECOME
When I awoke I began to teach about repentance.
But its hard to live this life without resentment
Can you hear me you !!!?
Hoping my father can hear me
The closest we ever were was the semen he used to bear me.
Now my vision is ablur what I envisioned impaired
The cycle continued as I explained to my daughter
Why daddy wasnt always there
About how me and her mother never were.
My vision is clear what I envision is rare
But my path is clear the road to perfection begins with imperfect
perfections
And I can thank my father for the very few times he stepped into
My life and what he never taught me
and the bullshit he bought me
And the times he said sorry
But I could never forget the times I needed him THE MOST but he never saw me
So Then life began to bore
His presence began to abhor me
Now my daughter needs me and I am the same story
She will tell me when she explains how she lost me
but I wont let that happen
I WILL STEP IN AND TEACH HER TO BE DEPENDENTLY INDEPENDENT
AND IF A MAN SAYS HE LOVES YOU ON THE THIRD DATE HE IS ONLY PRETENDING
AND IF HE BEATS YOU LEAVE HIM DONT DEFEND HIM
AND IF HE PRAYS WITH YOU DOESNT MEAN HE WILL STAY WITH YOU
TEACH HER TO BE STRONG AND NEVER TO TRY OUT THE WRONG THINGS
WHEN TIMES ARE HARD
I WILL SHOW HER THAT HER BODY IS A GIFT OF THE PRESENT AND IT SHOULD ONLY BE GIVEN TO HIM WHO WILL BE HERE AND NOW AND PAST THE FUTURE
I WILL SHOW HER HOW TO FIGHT SO IF SHE LOSE SHE'LL KNOW DADDY STILL TAUGHT HER RIGHT
I WILL HUG HER AND LOVE HER SO SHE WONT HAVE TO BEG ANOTHER MAN TO SEX HER SO HE WILL LOVE HER
I WILL BE THERE
MY VISION IS CLEAR WHAT I ENVISION IS RARE A FATHER FIGURE I WILL BE
EVEN THOUGH MY FATHER WASNT THERE
BUT I STILL SEE MY FATHER AND I GUESS HE REALLY TAUGHT ME
THAT THE MAN HE NEVER BECOME
I loved this! *snaps fingers*
ReplyDeleteBEAUTIFULLY DIFFERENT.. Clarity from chaos, I feel your cold showers. I write a poem of reflection also of my father up in heaven. Umma write this up after I see coincidence as slander! ... If today is for now and tomorrow never comes, I write deeper than thought and accept you maybe gone. That empty feelin I feel within may never be filled that gives me a chill, I've always in the back of my mind prayed for the day was numbered in time, I hoped for the loss to be such a loss, that Fait and prosperity would conquer my legacy, that one day we would meet, from this seperation which cuts so deep, but I feel her dark crippled secrets ensured our seperation was definite, but this love that I know I hope to help me grow, from the pain of a dirty game between father & daughter, I pray for the karma to storm her like cold drama, as she is stricken naked For the lies she fabricated, I seek her cold heart to be stoned for the sacred, the knowIN of peace shall help me retreat, from da dark empty block she kept under rocks, I call upon the divine to restore my gold shrine, I ask my father to rise from his slumber, love is not always fair but we must be cautious as we choose, and aware of what we dare. I choose to had love you for what she could never care, a token of lust because she could never love, now u watch from the heavens and send me a white dove, a gift of your heart a resemblance of your love.. Forever love you daddy xx
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