Drug of Gradualism
had dreams of fathering a child, before i prepared for marraige.
having been neglected, i vowed against all careless parents.
promised id never embarrass...for my son, deserved better than slums.
wantin the best for this one, prayin for healthy hearts & veteran lungs.
cause medicine comes...easy, only for those who have steady jobs.
why i gotta struggle for my child's existance, blasphemy God!
dont ask me the cause...of my soul's conviction. its vanished.
i want answers, why do i feel so hurt without actual physical damage?
my heart wont quit its panic, damnit. i guess its true the good die young.
cause the conent of my boy's heart was pure, so why remove my son?
lemmie redo this month & warn wifey, drugs aint for the zealous.
to drop her addiction & pay attention as her body developes.
little did we know our newborn, would live less than a raindrop.
& three years to the day he was born & died, i cant let the pain stop.
i refuse to accept the loss & refuse to call my wife, for life is that fragile. (frag~ull)
for everyday feels uncontrollable, like a canoe without a paddle.
i lay drowned in tears, with such a thirst i drank my adam's apple.
& have knowledge that simple existance, is now the hardest battle.
my pulse trembles, slows gradual...my eyes shut & push out a tear.
fell from my knees to face, in front of his grave & held the flowers dear.