When I Grow Up Daddy...

When I grow up Daddy… I want to be just like you Analytical and strong willed Better than Isiah and Magic combined The most mystic magician when I’m handling the pill You remember your slang, don’t you… “On the court I’m cold, Bam,” and my favorite “you dig.” I remember it like yesterday; you know – Doing our own thing every other weekend You were that holy grail of knowledge And I was hooked, receiving it again and again You delivered an answer for every need Even when my needs were more wants and desires In an almost ominous passion You watched my trials and tribulations transpire When the flames of life burned too hot You snatched my ass from the fires I love you for this When I grow up Daddy… I want to radiate strength and character The same way you did when faced with your most Trying feat I hope to stand tall and honorable when – I am judged and sentenced on my responsibility Will I look my son in the eye and say the tiring cliché “Don’t do as I do, son be better than me” Or will I improve upon the man I am, by correcting my Transgressions and exhibiting The true character a responsible father should be I pray for your wisdom and resilience To recognize my mishaps, correct them and return to better form Mistakes are keys, in the continued pursuit to perfection With each generation perfection’s standards Are altered and thus reborn The values you taught in the past are my moral foundation Some were perfect and some were some-what flawed Presently for those, I am making alterations Hopefully, I will instill a more responsible and updated Version of values for our next generation Daddy I have grown up…we are similar but very different! {This was written a few years back when}