[CENTER]
The choice I make now will leave a lasting impression-
But I'm too ashamed to be asking suggestions-
I'm not past the aggression but I'm tasked with the question-
Can I be a father or stomach my death like my caskets digestion-
I don't lack the deception to somehow craft this perfection-
Of lacking a message between addiction and what's my actual essence-
My causal presence between the 2 worlds makes for a tactical sentence-
Life or death! As I try to step, to the next level to find my breath-
It deprives my chest, the quest to be a father might define my death-
Or I'll find respect, by actually being one, but honestly not much time is left-
My mind's complexed, be a stand up guy until my spine gets wrecked-
by bending over backwards but that doesn't recline my stress-
I have no back bone or will power and this defines my mess-
but Ima try my best, to warm my heart until it fry's my chest-
Hopefully my son will be crying less even if he finds respect!-
But can I give it to em, I mean the kid is still in the womb-
My soul is filling my tomb, not knowing if my seed is willing to bloom-
No more drugs or drinking and just chilling till noon-
My tank is on empty but will I be filling it soon-
Am I willing to do, whats expected of me or am I just singing the tune-
Acting like a respectable human or am I just bringing the doom-
Do I stay to be respectable or make like a witch when given a broom-
Fly away and end this while sitting in my car slowly sniffing the fumes-
Nah Ima man up! Be who I should be, I know that its possible-
I'm actually filled with hope as I pull up to the hospital-
It's so logical but at first the answer seemed harder to find-
Like I was searching for something but I was partially blind-
Every mountain I climbed was no longer on the sharpest decline-
As nothing from now on can ever tarnish my pride-
Until the kid came out and his skin was a lot darker than mine!-
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