Pops We Still Miss You


Tiny - Posted on 01 December 2011

December 1, 2011

We seen it coming, and still he died
it took hella long, until I cried.
he did not change his way, he hadn’t tried;
he sped the process up, until he lied.
he didn't slow it down, didn't stop being southern raised
he still cooked crops
he kept a bottle home, and a lighter.
he used to get some fronts, and cigarettes.
I know he loved us though, we made him proud.
he only hit me twice, never screamed out loud.
we always had some food, he paid the bills
until I had to loan, how proud I feeled.
wonder how sister feels watching him die.
he kept the dope smoke up;
he didn't even try.
I know she felt the pain, I felt it too.
she was in the third grade, me in high school.
he rested down the hill, in anti's bed
just right at Christmas, on the twenty tread.

 

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