"Derelict - left or deserted, as by the owner or guardian; abandoned." |
To young girls with jailbird dads I see you Not knowing why the caged bird sings Just knowing that the bird is caged Wing clipped Ripped Up And zip locked away Creating fragment Inadequate Shadows Pushing you into grown men's arms Who make promises to mend our Broken Contorted Frail Spineless Bind less Empty minded mines Knowing "no" is an option but not knowing no better Word To use Tonight body and soul shared with a no name stranger After one too many shots of You are beautiful and I want you and I need you and And and and It feels better without it and Where's your daddy and I'm your daddy and How many times and Have you felt alone and Needing a father figure But only getting a babysitter Who's only reason to be here is because the court charges him by the hour minute second Takes only two seconds to become a caged bird again But loving the wind in his wings The freedom of using the bathroom when and where he pleases Forgetting that he's shitting on his only seed To young girls with fiend mothers I see you Your growling stomach is a cry not for food but for love Starved trying to remember what love taste like And what your mom looks like And what her voice sounds like And what her touch feels like Robbed of a childhood Became a woman in 4th grade Learning that, that crack life is worth more than your A's Unfamiliar penis' Showing up more everyday Hearing "I'll be right back" But gone for 4 days And then everybody wants to know why you're 18 in the 5th grade Becoming more Y then X chromosome Shooting shots of Testosterone in your vaginal home Baby you're only 16 leave them boys alone It's addiction .. they say But at 6th grade I shouldn't be addicted to not having a mom She knows that it's wrong but still chooses otherwise So I'm not sorry for the way I feel But I am sorry for this sorry excuse of a mother I have One too many lonely nights where my nightmares are real and My body is numb to the feel and My mothers body is a walking corpse and Thugs on the corner got her screwed and Will tell you ya mother just left and Tell her "hi" for me, whenever you see her again But it's already been a week so I'll probably forget by then To young boys who lost a brother I see you Our fallen solider meeting a n***** who learned Trig-onometry before he had a chance to finish high school Leaving behind fatherless kids who begin to ask questions That we dont want the answers too And mothers? What are we supposed to do? Someone has stolen all my sunshine And I don't know how my heart is still beating knowing the strings that kept it together have been cut A young man who was just keeping his family off the streets And now in complete despair They have to figure out how they're gonna eat This train is going 200mph with no attention to stop His heart stopped before help arrived And so I gotta keep my word That I'm not gonna cry The news is gonna make it seem like it was a suicide or just n***** killing n***** this ain't no surprise See this world is out to get our kids Too many of them getting familiar with the insides of their eyelids And I don't know about you But I'm getting real tired Of being at the shooting range Only to get fired from the back Getting used as target practice Still trying to figure out how to get this target birthmark off My skin Is not the dirt you walk on but the oil to your water We will always separate black from white And with that mentality There are too many derelict children who become adults Having to suffer from the faults of statistics. |