Don't Call It A Comeback

Blackstar in the house. Yes ya boy is back, and I'll bring the flavor and spice to this chicken slice. But yall gon have to forgive for my last performance on this joant. I wasn't doing my job as a blogger but im here now and don't call it comeback. You won't that many links from me I'd rather just give yall some food for though. You know I write a lil so imma leave you this tyme with one of my poems. Enjoy, tell me what yall tihnk about it btw, I know im nice.

The Baby is crying
And mama is trying
To calm the kid down but after 3 jobs she tired
She's out there grinding
Yea shes providing
But the baby's still crying cause he's hurting inside man

Mama's confused and the boy's getting older
Boyfreinds abuse her, and the boys growing colder
Now he's big and he's not trying to fold up
Tells moms boy freind imma put u in a stroller
Boyfreind smirked, looked at mom then he stole her
Boy just swole up
Lookin like hold up
Beat boyfriend good till he open like a folder
Boyfreinds heated kicks him out like go punk
Boy looks mama and she give him a cold shoulder
Hold up

Somethings missing from this picture
Yea he gotta mom but where the father figure

And figure that a father
Is supposedto be an honor
Help his child get brought up
The results might shock ya
He could be a doctor
or da next Obama
But he aint even bother
Left his son all caught up
Now he's hotter than a sauna

Now his son's on the street
And he gotta move keys
Can't get caught loafing, so he gotta carry heat
Found himself a dimepiece

And shwaty real Bad
Less than a month he was up in her pants
6 weeks later homegirl cam back
Tells him she's pregnant ol' boy just laughed
Says that aint my child, girl u mad
Kicked her outside, threw out all her bags
This is what happen and the story is real sad
And thats just the cycle of a dead beat dad