To My Son Here Is the Truth
Waiting with myself to an end
Longing for some passion to begin
This time I'm careful on what I pray
The last one nearly killed me one day
So I came back home to be with my flesh
Until they cursed my name daily to death
All awhile I'm still expecting
on which your arrival date keeps me guessing
So angry that its me you get
If I can teach you a few things don't model your life after my blue print
If the days push us farther apart
Regardless of what they say I loved you deeply in my heart
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