Letter+To+My+Pops

Dear Dad, I miss you. Why'd God dismiss you? Need a tissue 'cuz my whole life is an issue Mom's dyin', tepers flare, bombs flyin' Tears runnin' down my cheek, is calm cryin' No sobbin', but focus isn't on science It's on AIDS effects, not non-bias I remember when you used to tuck me in I knew the world, but didn't realize what we in Death is part of life, some just die faster Found out you was gone, froze up and cried after Used to be a quiet kid with shy laughter That part of me died After you went to the nursing home Lost innocence, you was a different man Whole life changed in an instant Dad I was spoiled, but I appreciate you Love you. Dear Dad, why'd God take you? Why'd God make you, other than to make me? Why'd God save me? Couldn't infiltrate me AIDS disease, both parents that raised me Or when I'm walkin' through the lame town Willi Guys push up Daisies, girls push up Lilies (Phillies) Yeah, Dad, I been exposed to it It's everywhere, even the pros do it Now you know I go through it, tempted to go do it But when I'm stressed, I just write mo' music Might go lose it, I'm like so stupid Yet so smart, 'cuz I ain't like no dufus Can be ruthless, but neva' am I truthless Truth is Dad, I don't know if you knew this Much talent would come from me rappin' I think you woulda' had a different first reaction But if you can see me, are you ashamed J.V.? 'Cuz the pain changed me, red flame angry But that ain't an excuse, like I hear voices Positive, I'm positive I'm almost crazy They know Trey V, Dad I got a name now Whether it's the insane sound, no James Brown Big dreams to ride in Rolls-Royces But that goes back to those choices I know what I gotta do But I'm stubborn and uncontrollable, I got a lot of you Been jumped, been in six one on ones One time I fought two people but neva' bought a gun Literally lost innocence 3 months after your death Write to find the right way, 'cuz hope's not left Oxygen tank reminds me with every single breathe That the flames of hell are in my heart And I am just a guest I confess to fightin', no warrant for my arrest Neva' been arrested or cuffed, no bluffin' Stuffin' my emotions, they turn into anger Rema add a D, 'cuz the D is for danger Didn't want to be a stranger, so I wrote you Love you and miss you like any son supposed to Neva' called you Johnny, so to J. Vaz Sincerely, Your son