FLOETRY:BASTARD

When My pops left me,
He left me one thing.
Nuffin I can use,
Something stuck in my brain.
Hanging over my head,
But it's not a chain.
When My pops left me,
He left me one thing.
No watch giving to me to remember his name.
Even though i'm named after his name,
And these white folks keep calling me names.
No pic to see him, what a shame.
When My pops left me,
He left me one thing.
No call, no mail, no third party thing.
No money so I can buy my own things.
When My pops left me, he left me one thing.
No role model for me.
So when I rolled with my crew,
It was just me, myself & I
So when you gone i'm still going to cry.
Because I never got an hello from you,
Or an goodbye.
Just because he gave me the gift called life,
I'll leave him one thing.
A tear over his casket.
The streets raised alot of us,
Our pops left us a Bastard.

MR. STANLEY