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