Fatherless Trophy of a Son
Why must you treat me like a trophy?
All these years have espied and you do nothing
I wanted to play basketball
I wanted to throw a football
I wanted to learn about instrumental tools
I also wanted to sing
But guess what?
Through practice and confidence I've succeeded in all my endeavors alone without all your
help
I've become the man i want to be , not the man you ever brought up!
now that im successful and popular among the citizens of Illinois you want to step in.
Thats trash on the sideline , you can pick that up when you get ready but as for me im
moving on serving God despite what you say or do1
Just remember these words that im too good 2 be 4 gotten and that i will make it with or
without your help!!!!!!!!!
Copyright © Jerrid Godwin | Year Posted 2010
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