Family Ties

Wow...ummm....I just wanted to go somewhere else with my thoughts today. I'm working thru some personal issues as it pertains to this subject. I hope I was able to capture the emotion(s) that I want you as the reader to feel. Enjoy

Mama raised me—

Pops left me,

Leaving half of me empty,

An unidentified entity;

But I ask for no sympathy

Knowing that everybody is prone to hypocrisy;

Knowing that I’d like to be idealistic;

But realism carries more weight, probably,

Seeing how mask wearers jeer,

Constantly following me.

So I switch up the rhyme every few lines,

Because….

Mama raised me,

And pops left me.

It could’ve been worse,

I could’ve been cursed like the Kennedy’s,

Or a friend could’ve lost his life by defending me.

When you play the messenger,

You end up with a lot of enemies;

But my breed is of a different pedigree,

The deepest ditch couldn’t bury me.

I’m so steadfast that my second thought is afraid of me

And my shadow stopped boxing me.

Mama raised me—

Pops left me.

That’s why I’ve buried my confusion in between the thighs

Of innocent women.

Mama raised me—

So I have a little more sympathy,

All those nights of discreet indiscretions almost caught up to me…

Karma almost killed me

I wonder if D’Evils still see me.

And pops left me—

So when the season changed, I followed suit by

Discovering new lands,

Discovering new fruit.

Pops left me—

And Karma almost killed me.

Two sides to every person, my—

Civil war almost killed me.

Urges from the underworld filled me.

Pretty girls in bamboo earrings,

Me in the latest Nike’s,

Junkies looking for him, asking me.

Ain’t that dealer guy your daddy?

Pops left me—

Mama raised me until I got a boombox,

Death Certificate was the hottest thing to drop,

Listening to Steady Mobbin’, doin’ the Wop.

Nobody bothered me for the Starter jacket that I copped,

Because pops left me—

You couldn’t ask for stability in me when the bottom line

was victory.

I’d fight like daddy would be missing me—

If I didn’t come home,

Even though home wasn’t around the parts I roamed.

Coming into this world, and…

Leaving it alone.

Mama raised me—

Pops left me.

So I switch up my rhyme ever few lines,

Keeping everything that is me,

Mine.

 

Reviews

[☮]

Yo... this is crazy!!!

Dawg please get on the stage. Particularly with this one. I don't care if you go to a country bar and perform. This is a stage piece. WC is not even worthy of this. Any dude can relate to this. This is raw and the flow and wordplay is flawless.

This hit me:
Seeing how mask wearers jeer,
Constantly following me.

Amen to that. You should compile all of these writings and put this stuff out.

Well done as usual!

[J.P.O.et]

This is really nice and meaningfull flo
'I'm so steadfast that my second thought is afraid of me, And my shadow stopped boxing me'
You so spell it out right there and the part about people hating cause you spit the truth
People now just ridicule those with vision, it's sad
I'm glad I checked your work, I will be back
J.P.O.et

[Kara Emily Krantz]

gorgeous. there were so many parts of this that i ADORED.

"Knowing that everybody is prone to hypocrisy;

Knowing that I'd like to be idealistic;

But realism carries more weight, probably,"

that was the first part that really really caught me. then you have the line about the thighs of an innocent woman (powerful), and the civil war raging inside (really well done). and then "Mama raised me until I got a boombox," - another great line.

really amazing feeling here. for somethign you just needed to get out of you, it came out much like a masterpiece :) excellent job, mdear

hugs

[Baby Boy]

I'm definately feeling this dawg, and it hits home to me in many ways! Great flow son and I'm glad your story could be told! You are a talented writer I see! I'm looking forward to reading more! Keep painting pictures with your writings! One luv!

-JC-

[J. Hampton]

peOples....

Magnifique'....a monsoon of vulnerable....testimony
of the effect of a man...out of his place...bringin...forth generational weight !

I am standing on my coffe table with the BIG standing "O" for this....

"When you play the messenger,

You end up with a lot of enemies;

But my breed is of a different pedigree,

The deepest ditch couldn't bury me.

I'm so steadfast that my second thought is afraid of me

And my shadow stopped boxing me.

Mama raised me-

Pops left me.

That's why I've buried my confusion in between the thighs

Of innocent women."


((( beyond outstanding cuz)))


THISSSssssss is why my daughter hates her father to this day....and she's a college sophmore...trippin' in her relationships ....cuz of the samsonite he piled on her .

I feel this piece in my bone of bones...

"Junkies looking for him, asking me.

Ain't that dealer guy your daddy?"

It took years....for the dealers to stop comin' by...my place.
I used to have chairs jammed up under the doorknobs...they came and took my car!

I lied and acted "not-home" long enough till his behind went to jail

Blessssssssssss

[R J Askew]

Enjoyed this as it comes at you in a two fisted sort of way. No messing around, no little devices or syllable counting...the story is the poem and the truth is the story I sense. The mama and the pops lines give it a structure and let you work a little some neat little action between the refrains. The bit about hypocrisy is bang on. A friend could have lost his life is quite a line. I have never been in that kind of situation where a friend might. But that line seems tougher than the hypocrisy line in the previous scene as you build things up. The second thought and shadow boxing shows a survivor's humour. In the next scene burying confusion is even stronger as you take the story on. Bit harsh on the innocent women though, but such is life and such are men. New lands and new fruits sounds optimistic if I read it right and sounds like some kind of redemption. But the civil war line suggests the very opposite. Clearly there is a great struggle on at this point of your life. The civil war seems to put the personal struggle in the broader context of the national struggle, which goes on for many even today. Urges, underworld, junkies suggests danger all around. And the referenece to stablity and victory suggests the hurt stemming from the withdrawal of the father's love can but turn to aggression as if love is not given something else must be taken. Such is life for many. Switching the rhyme suggests ducking and weaving, keeping one step ahead of the game. And the emphasis is on keeping and not giving as you have learnt that hard lesson through that soddin' pop taking off. Pops left me is the key line throughout, everything goes back to that line. If pops could read this i think he might hang his head a little and not be able to meet your eye. On the other hand this is a strongly positive poem, too. The poem is probably true of thousands and thousands of people, with these broken ties spawing all kinds of chaos for those involved and on the receiving end of the hurt. Great read. Respect.

[Choosing Life]

Awe...

The flow is tight but even deeper than is your ability to display yourself so honestly before many.
You just undressed before us and that takes strength, courage and power..


I love the line about how youu buried confusion inbetween a womans thighs.. that is deep on so many levels... A lot of men need to realize such...

I dig this piece and the man that brought it to life...