The Missing Link
Mfs speak the same story.
Trophey kids right?
We settle for the same glory.
Statistics growing up.
We've never seen the same jury.
But no father growing up.
Excuses be the same cornies.
Living life asking why he didn't want us.
Way before Fresh Prince even played a part among us.
But as a youngin.
Knowing forever wasn't promised.
Truth like David Blain.
It just appeared among us.
So it was hard showing feelings all over again.
Steady getting tricked by a rubber hand.
But that's how the treat goes.
When you put ya hand all in.
One for all.
But none for you in the end.
Copyright © Knowledge Hill | Year Posted 2015
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