I won't say having you was heavenly.

However it was a blessing of imperfection.

the leading cause is walking this soil we become spoiled tainted by sin.

Me and you grandpa I noticed we tended to spite that.

we never laid down against life we would fight back.

Our bond was a slanted with the origins of our connection it wasn't aversge.

Far from the norm yet your strange love made my heart warm.

we bonded through shared dysfunctions, you knew my thoughts of the streets.

How the drugs can walk you like a dog on a leash.

I admire your last known stature you faced down both beasts.

You threw off that leash walked out the streets and never turned back.

I'm just like you it took prison to see my wits risen from my euphoric cage and that the thug life is not for my days.

Your the reason that's it's becoming my season of shining a light.

I'll aim it at the world through my legal dreams.

I made a vow to stick with clean money.

I tightened up my loose screws with plenty more work to do.


Since you passed all I feel is regret biting at my back.

Regret because I didn't chase down and solidify what we had.

Last time I seen you before entering your sickly state we had wrecked to a violent halt.

It was my routine habit of dishing out disrespectful that led you to the breaking point.

The breaking point of excusing me from your life.

Now that I'm more mature I see your reaction as justified.

It was tough love that you stood on.


Sorry it took...