The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 21

The game is tied with no time on the clock.

But I’m 90% from the line.

They say, “Papa was a rolling stone.”

But if he was never at home and I wasn’t part of his mold.

It was me and my brother being raised by my mother.

I was the identical clone.

I’m an outcaste like him in some of my kids’ life.

Also had kids conceived by others and the ones with my ex-wife.

Had that same crazy incident where a woman was scorned and I too was cut with a knife.

And in no form or fashion am I a “Dead Beat Dad.”

Unless we go by the price…

Oh! Don’t act like dollar signs can’t take away a man’s time.

Put him behind enemy lines.

$5000 in a matter of weeks and I’m not suppose to get on my grind.

I’ve been over qualified time after time.

Bullshit jobs are even hard to find.

And there is no money or time to expand my mind.

Cause jail time comes with falling behind.

So if money is not the issue and the love I give is official.

Why can’t my kids help the system decide?

I rejected the money in knowing my father but still I chose the time.

Hell it built his pride and mine.

So now…

I need just a moment of your time.

Don’t just sit there peeking at the seconds on your watch.

But give me a moment of your mind.

The game is tied with no time on the clock.

But I’m 90% from the line.

It’s not like me and moms are close these days.

I got brothers who grew up on “Love’s Salary” and I was minimum wage.

One graduating from college and one in now but my tuition went unpaid.

I wasn’t even slacking on the grades.

9-12 maybe some C’s but mostly B’s and A’s.

Now I did misbehave but hell I was already out the gate.

I use to contemplate on ways to make it better.

With death I would surely forget her.