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[Cashius]

I got a letter from my son...

He's a college bother at my alma mater...I'm proud as I'm probably able
That's part of the favor...for me to pay for four years of his marketing major
He says he's doing well, but school is hell. I'm hoping it builds character
He's the type of kid, give him the world on a silver platter...he'll still swear at ya
Apparently he's got a girlfriend now. He says she's truly perfection
She's a loser, I'm guessing...but I'm just PRAYING their using protection
The letter ain't bout the hunny, he's out of money...needs me to float some G's
I guess waking at 9, smoking some weed, and 12 credits don't come cheap
I wanna tell him to fuck off and get a job. I swear...It's honestly true
But I'd like to digress...I write him the check. That's what a father should do


I got another letter from my son...

It's been a few years since my last letter...the fuckin' boy's a mess
It sounds like he's putting that degree to use...cashing his unemployment checks
He's spending his free time on drums and weed. Conducting a hazy opus
It may be hopeless...I don't think there's many employers hiring lazy tokers
He says I'm a grandfather. But not to worry, he'll save me the stress...
Thank GOD that part-time tattoo artist was either shook or crazy...took his baby and left
I'm not surprised when he asks for cash. I mean, I gotta believe...
Awhile in court and child support don't come easy, honest, or cheap on $300 per week
Fuck it, I send the money. What if he's on a "lose your life" fringe
Look, I don't care what rules you site... I'm just trying to do the right thing


I found a letter from my son...

This one reads "Dear ol' Dad...I don't want to make this cliche.
and really, I hate to seem lame. But I just can't take it these days
You think sending some checks could mend up my wreck...Fuck it your wrong
Really?...I couldn't get nothing so small as a fucking phone call?
Since I was in the cradle you rocked...you've bailed me out. Don't label me shocked
Mailing me guap whenever I want...That's what you call an enabler, Pops
I know it's morbid, but hey...no more chunks of cash when I'm stored in a grave
With me gone...just think of how much more you can save in your 401K...

So, alas...you're son is through.
Oh, and thanks for last few sums of loot...I bought a brand new gun to use"