AutoBiography: Famless Tree
true story,
seventeen & vibe magazine, these are a few of my favorite things.
im young & jaded, like conan obrian with jenna jameson dreams.
praying my genes will multiply, places outside the pen.
i’ve lived in prejudice since ten, forever been apartheid sin.
parents never cared for marriage, loved they're heavenly hearts.
& they loved me in return, until death did them part.
my family was in essence the trusted & I guess divine.
they all passed onto heaven & like Tim LaHaye, im left behind.
to my brother, id say look over ya shoulder...duck them tomas.
someday Ill return the favor & leave that clique in a coma.
oh & mothers aroma...smelt like roses sprayed with chanel.
she was so soulful, a comic even though she hated chapelle.
before her last breathe, ma told me to pray if I ever need a left.
to hold my head high above drama, in lou of cheating death.
my oldest brother was fluent.....in the industry of music.
youd see his name frequent, like 60's civil rights movements.
we jugglin freedom for those we lovin, for example my cousin...
...got 10-15 for harborin a fugitive, that nigga was her husband.
see paps was a dreamer, its said he had that puffy demeanor.
rocked his father’s dog tags & a jesus piece, like a believer.
i currently live in spain, life hasn’t changed...it’s the same.
i wait patient for equality, but the worlds like 50...im game.
feelin trite bout my kin & all, like lean rhymes im pivotal.
i don’t need a family replacement, just some one dependable.
g-unit pendents & enyce jeans, these were a few of my favorite things.
i blame a higher hate & today i anticpate...which funeral the future brings.
enjoy & good luck Dabatos.