To my Grandmother..
sup grams, just want you to know you helped me grow my heart,
mom dukes told me lots, like my uncle and aunts sold your spot
the roads are tough, no ones holding jobs, I try to keep my cool
you know I used to sleep in school, now that I reach my diploma
"I got a teaching persona", same government-breeding tool
everyone needs whats new, but I still spit of skilled sorts
I work in a thrift shop, in a city's immersion of rich sports
the media's absurd and distraught, where children's kids
are learned and mistaught, I'm living where I always inhibit
we keep our apologies with us, sorry we hardly would visit..
then we'd stop in from Boston cause your cribs a calming place
consolidates, but I look at my reflection to see a monsters face
you'd hand me an awesome plate, and say "have something to eat"
your loving from the oven, potato dumplings dumped in churico
got me plucking my teeth.. for real, honestly, when you died
I didn't shed a tear, how could I? all I did was rest my eyes..
gazing upon the test of life.. I fell inside a rotten torture
all the doctors offers, a promise around the darkest corners..
before the prolonging shortens, and the inevitable happens
whatever will happen, mom loves you with immeasurable passion,
then I'd settled your casket.. and really seen how empty it is
you knew what readiness is, so when the rest of my family splits,
your missed, sincerely....
and back at our apartment we started seeing shit missing
my brother used us, said we started treating him different,
I was bleeding suspicion, mom wants serenity, his rent was free
helped him get his job back, so he could live independently
..packed his shit and didn't give a thing, it riled my mind
mom needs to smile in spite, I just can't see her crying at night
your hopes we're higher than mine.. and look, of all people,
your granddaughter is taking loot from the root of all evil..
and I'm at your funeral in a tuxedo, it called for my styling
only cared if my rhymes are sick, I never wore any designer shit..
prayed your grapevine was left... Lex wanted me to move to Maine
my little run away, but I don't think she really loves the same
overprotective and underpaid, a dumb mistake.. I catch feelings
it's like my next ailment comes as soon as my heads healing,
you were the best caring, and mikes smarter than a deadly geek
Budda promised an extra seat, to the movies if he'd stop
getting suspended every week, those trying to be finding help
should know the question and answer always remains inside myself
I enter a quiet shell, and remember those I'll never level with
you taught me silly things, that possibilities are limitless..
thank you..
always with love,
your grandson
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