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Artist JoeMac
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Bye Mama...

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I’ve been doing spoken word for well over ten years, and I’ve got a secret, low key, I hate finger snaps, oh s, lets go, go in poets, not for the fact that its people cheering me on, but the fact you have those who say that because you say anything, for example, yesterday morning, I woke up and combined cap’n crunch with lucky charms and as I opened the fridge I realized I didn’t have any milk, so I put some sugar water on that , and right then and there, someone will go mmmm, yes, that man is deep, spit that , I was talking about cereal, that’s not deep, if you want deep, lets go deep, lets go deep into my soul, lets hear inner Joe, let that life get exposed, it was deep, rather six feet deep that I buried my dad on June 2, 2018, and ironically, the spirit of my mother got buried with him that day, not just for the fact that he died, but our relationship died, see maybe it was cause she saw me when she looked at him, maybe her burdens were too deep, of a strained marriage she stayed through for 34 years, and maybe my age coinciding with the same amount of years that she shed tears had something to do with it, see I know I wasn't a perfect son, I know there were times I acted up, I know me seeming to stay hurt every day of the year had her saying damn, another hospital visit, I know how sons can stress mothers out, but not one time out my ***ing mouth did I ever wish I had another you, but you did that with me, you asked me, why couldn’t I be like my best friend, you said son, why are you fat, you would later call me as a grown man and ask, why do you think you are better than us, what the ***, so mom, is it cause I chose to live my life, build my own house and invite people over whose name wasn't misery as company, was it for the fact, that I didn’t move back home like your daughter, who was adopted by my dad, was my writings really that bad, cause when I would ask you tell me when I say that, you never could reply, or was it the fact that I didn’t die, maybe you still wanted my daddy alive, ‘cause remember, you always told me that with my birth, I made you fat, so maybe your secret wish was that i could’ve stayed in my daddy’s nut sack or got jacked off into a towel, how foul is it to feel like this, but I still loved you, I still cared, and I called you three times, but each time, you acted like I didn’t exist,matter fact, you put more love into that ungrateful b***h that I once married, callin me, blaming me for a failed relationship, not once did you even ask about my side, you only wanted to side with a woman, but it didn’t really surprise me when you chose sides cause when my daddy had another woman on the side...I should’ve saw the writing on the wall a long time ago, but maybe I was blinded by the phrase honor thy mother and thy father, well water is wet and so was my face when you turned your back on me, when you no longer wanted to *** with me, when you know longer wanted to claim me, but the difference is, I wasn’t a kid, I didn’t need your shoulder to lean on anymore, all I had to do was wipe my face and carry on about my day, so when I look at my arms and see the tattooed names, know that yours will never get added to my skin, matter fact, I’ll ensure to keep an empty space so when I look at that, it can remind me of you and how empty your soul is, how you abandoned your kid, Eminem may have cleaned out his closet but I'm trying hide your skeletons under piles of oldclothes, on May 21, 2018, both of my parents died, it’s just that one is still walking the earth as a zombie

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Chris says:

Your words are sharply felt Respect is dealt Where it's due Yet, Only you Have the willingness To correct What is left
 

Chris says:

Your words are sharply felt Respect is dealt Where it's due Yet, Only you Have the willingness To correct What is left

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