A little keystyle dedicated to my pops

They say the pen is so mighty
and that poets are great
so on on that note, let this poet be straight
see i could talk flows to you
talk bout how i wear my gold to you
but first, let me bear my soul to you
see it was '95 and pops died,
man i wish it was me
life costs- dont we wish it was free?
at night i dream and talk to you
you keep sayin to hold the fort for you, but other than that,
you just listen
i told you how moms was in the kitchen, sister
still riffin. at university,
but the studio works for me
before i forget - theres another one
hurts to know that SIX months after you slid-
you had another son,
jonathan,
troublesome,
yeah, he's kinda like you
i tell him bout the old days, and he really kinda likes you
matter fact, he adores you
fact remains that he never saw you,
so i'mma stay and do the job for you
i got my boyz
but they dont understand how it hurts inside-
much more than the words of this verse describe