Pops

: yo, whatup pops
I gotta get this shit out man
Yo, ayo pops what’s the deal, we ain’t spoke in a minute
And i’d like to get this shit up off my chest, then it’s finished
I’ve got a bone to pick, back in the days i had mad friends
But i felt alone and shit. so the streets i’d roam with older kids
Who gave me bogies when i was only six. now im gifted you see
Even then i realized — other little kids — they were different from me
See they parents never hated eachother, i think you and that bottle need to
take a break from eachother
And i’d pray for my mother, that shit would’nt get too outta control while i
would shake under the covers
And i thought y’all favoured my brother, because he got good grades & always
went away for the summer
While my grades sucked so, school, i stayed for the summer, and you maintained
the alcoholic state you was under
I wanna help, my temper grew gradually, thinking where the fuck’s your sister &
the rest of your family
You made me, i ain’t make you, my mom’s saved me, so now i’m trying to save you
stop this shit, i’m praying, as a kid i kept quiet, but now i’m gonna say it
I had a problem too, but with drugs. i ain’t mad at you, even if it seems that
i was
But like you i had to quit it, so take the first step, now motherfucker,
just admit it
I know you can do it, i pray it’s true, because i did it once and i came from
you
A little bit, i got it out, i want you to see me blowin' up, without your liver
rottin' out
And i’m something like a hipocrite, 'cause me & my boys twist caps, henny,
40's like they liquorice
The difference is, it’s a hobby for us, & if you ain’t have that shit,
you probably bust
I ain’t trying to diss you, i miss you
The you before this fucking disease hit up and cripped you
The truth is what you facin', you couldve killed me and my brother on numerous
occasions
Only saying what you got me to, this truth gonna hit you, you doin' some shit,
playin' irresponsible
Food’s in the oven, you goin' right to sleep, almost burn the crib down like
twice a week
Im’a keep it real, this path you on, might be the reason you never see your
grandkids born
if i say fuck & call you motherfucker, only 'cause i love you, like i love my
mother & my brother
And you know these words are true, so if they hurt, well ok, 'cause they hurt
me too
I ain’t trying to cause no static, pops, i just want you to stop or pause this
habit
Streets made a dog & my paws is rabid so i cut thru these issues with claws of
ravage
And the apple don’t fall far from the tree, think, is your life the future that
you wanted for me
'cause you caused a lot of pain, a lot of shame, alot of strain, on my brain,
i guess shit never changed
But it can and it will so, so im trying chill tho, even tho situation lookin'
kind of ill, yo
The dude i just quoted kinda made me & you should big him up too,
because he kinda helped you raise me
Whatup, i speak my life, it’s real life…