Piggybackin' On An Angel

Where's my daddy?

Posted up in jail

I spent all his bail

Love was too expensive, so he gave me hell

Spent more than bail, lost myself

And caught a piggyback on Gabriel

Archangelic resurrection, revelation, recollection, God, question

Would people mourn me if I died?

I don't have any music shit to keep me alive

I'm only 17, but this shit ain't new to me

This year alone, 2 of my niggas done left without bye

What would my newspaper column be?

How would they paint me in the media?

White America supremacy

Would I really be missed?

Would they hand out fake apologies?

Like "Sorry for your loss."

Like they the one that lost

While I'm watching with my eyes from a bird's view

Wanting to swoop down and shit on my family's "Thank you's."

The one in front of the gun lives forever

I'mma get their names tatted

I'm tired of all these

R.I.P shirts.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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