Incarcerated Fathers ( for those who cant be here for the holidays cause the state killed em)

Rae wrote about incarcerated scarfaces

I write about incarcerated fathers

Many martyrs are missed

There’s more lost in the abyss

They hate that there’s so much more love to give

Than prison bars that exist

The scabs scourged from my scars

Forced a nigga to live

Of course a part of me is gone

Broken hennessy memories get poured onto the lawn

They say we came from kings

I had an almost lover turned enemy say they came from farmers

And that just made me feel envy

Cause so long a nigga been longing

And it’s like time on the yard

Cause time can just turn ya hard

Or time can just turn ya gone

And you stay up all night and pray

That the world just hasn’t moved on

And I’m not gonna write you a love song

Cause of course you know it has

I write love letters to the past

I hide behind my tears

I tried to smile behind my laugh

When I was a kid

I tried to walk in your shoes

But I see now my feet are bigger

I see Eric Adams face on the news

And pretend that I don’t get triggered

I make the most of my life

Cause it’s suicide to always be reminiscing

Or caught up in the what ifs

And the it is what it ises

I blow a kiss to the sky

When I miss ya

And when I need a reminder of what freedom looks like

I just look at your picture