Take your places, choose your sides,
Because where I reside It Is Do or Die,Even Within Family,sometimesIts Only the Strong that Survive!There is no sense of UnityJust the Rush towards what you can get from Me,You’re my sons and I’m the De Facto Breadwinner of our Family!Constantly Trying to Unite the I, ME, YOU to one word WEAnd although I’m no longer with your MotherI had love for her historically, that chapter has been closed.I thought that is the way it should be,With me looking out for you and you looking out for meThis is my house, that I freely share,But who helps me to maintain stability? Who Cares?You visited on weekends as babies and moved in, in your teens.We can talk about love,Where we willingly share equally,But as I speak my mind to what is rightfully right,No one listens to meSo why are you blackmailing me emotionally?With personal resentment and regretThrown at me and in the vicinity of our shared home economicsIt is certainly a crime, to sneak up from behindWith blame and accusations from way back when,From what I left behindI am still your father,You fail to see and I left your mother,But you live with me.Don’t get it twisted I won’t beg to be your father,Everyone tells me how you both look like meNor will I put up with you living with me as a squatter Nor tolerate disrespect,Realize and Believe that Family Is More than Passed On BloodDiluted to Later Generations of Sons and DaughtersMore of a Shared Commonality of Respect and ReverenceSort of like leaves that produce shadeAttached to limbs connected to the trunk of a TreeWhose Roots Go Way Down Deep Within The Soil To Gain NourishmentThat is the Connection and Definition of WEThat is the Correctness and Meaning of FamilyThat is What I Believe a Family Should BeNot loosing keys and borrowing moneyYou say damn Dad, Why are You Going So Hard?And My Answer Never Changes…… Yeah, you know that is directly disrespecting me!Nor Realizing the Sacrifices Made for theSake of the Value of FamilyPaying no Rent, nor Contributingin this Day and At Your Age…. that Shizit Ain’t FunnyYou Are Both in Your TwentiesSo Stand Up and Be Able to ContributeTo Our Family Tree and No that doesn’t mean making babiesThat you Can’t Feed, Expecting Me to Fulfill You and Their NeedsA Grandfather I am Proud to Be But Would Much Rather You Complete the Cypher By Handling Your Responsibilities!!No Don’t Look At Me….There Is No Doubt to My Family I Will Always Remain TrueUse My Imperfect Example of Perfection to StandAnd Increase Our Family Tree and Never ForgetThat Once Your Grown You Must Break Free Carrying Limbs of Your OwnWith Roots From Lessons Steadfast in Loving Family FirstCuz I can Always Go Out to FindOther People to JUST Live With MeOr JUST Stand Alone as a SolitaryCactus in the Desert of our Once Together FamilyHolding the Water of Family alongside theDryness of a Memory of our DisbandedFamily rotting into an uncaring collectionOf People Who Just Live with Me!
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tretre says: Love this one..This is most defiantly a share...Keep that pen movin 2b2b2!!!! |
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mrmelody7 says: 2b2b2 to be true I see you still layin down those lines of realism, in total agreement with your penning of this, lots to be digested if one only listen, a wonderful heart felt creation |
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love_supreme says: Just keeping it real. |
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love_supreme says: Just keeping it real. |
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The Immortal Wize says: Yeah this is the ish you nailed it 2b2b2 |
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2b2b2 says: Thanks ALL for checking me.....ONE |
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soulcry says: wow this is great. profoundly stated |
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LP45 says: Excellent write 2B, I can definitely relate to this piece here. Been there, done that. No mas. Thank you for sharing this. Great penning my friend! |
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