WHERE DID WE GO
I swear I be asking for the simple shit ,
I swear I be so understanding & forgiving ,
I hold everything in ,
But lately I been lashing out ,
I been trynna get everything out ,
Now I want you to know how I feel ,
I want you to understand why iam the way iam ,
No it’s not my job to explain myself to you ,
No it’s not my job to force a relationship with you ,
Shit if I don’t do it ,
Really who will ,
I be trynna make this shit look easy ,
Man I done fucked around & made the same mistakes ,
Without trying to ,
You told me for long I was gonna be like my mother ,
Just for me to end up like you ,
You always want people their for you ,
But when them tables trun you go ghost ,
& you wondering where I get that from ,
Different between me & you is ,
You sit there & watch your love ones struggle,
You won’t help you will sit on your ass ,
Then get mad when ask you for help ,
See me I go ghost all the way when shit get hard for me I leave to figure it out ,
When my love ones need me I’m always there ,
I always show up & help out anyway I can ,
I don’t sit bacc on my ass & watch everything fall apart ,
I don’t sit there & blame nobody for shit ,
You look at as me blaming you ,
When I’m simply just telling you how we got here ,
It’s seems like I’m the only one that remembers the real ,
Nobody knows that father I had before he got married ,
My farther was always there ,
Even fucked up my hair for school ,
But I didn’t care because I had my daddy ,
So you tell me how I’m suppose to feel ,
I went from a little girl calling the cops on her daddy ,
To losing her daddy ,
I can say this shit all day ,
It’s never gonna easier ,
I’m 26 & yet I feel the same pain as a little girl ,
Did you ever think for a second ,
Let me sit down & have a real conversation with my daughter,
I know how you feel shit you told Facebook every chance you got ,
Then get mad when I do ,
Like huh ,
I never got that about ,
It’s okay for you to mistreat ,
It’s okay for you talk to any kind of way ,
It’s okay for you leave me when I needed you the most ,
It’s okay for you to always go against me ,
I just wanna know why you never tryed begin on my side .
What happen to father that showed up for school events ,
That support my dreams ,
You the one that told me I had the gift in writing,
I remember I was in the six grade ,
You the one that build my vocabulary,
I just want to know what happen .
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