Single Now, Me Again

Raring to parry and war upon clearing every door
Tarry my lore when faded-
I'm a loon for sure!

Run stairs instead of the elevator-
Get to my floor sooner!

Spree words to vouch and vibe
3 3rds of most doubt is about pride!
This Freebird from Southside

Is the original hijo de Santa Ana
So I'll smoke marijuana when I wanna'
Care more for flora and fauna

The poor of Ghana, the wars that are always on the
Bill for 1st world living, shills whose lives are for giving
What's upon the will of capitalism building?

I'll map what's on the hill and gilded
Just another part of the flogging blur I slay
“I'm a cartographer who won't be played!
Mapping how the world is REALLY made!”

Slap the disparate and twirl it like tie dye
I'm wry on the fly, when I spin and call
Never fall but sink into the hilt when I bring!

Making the dream,
Taking down my walls by eroding silt thin!
Shaking the Machine,
Just like pinball- TILTING!

Staking my means,
All in to fly or fall:
I was built for this kind of thing!

No guilt for what I sling, just pause and reflect
On cause and effect, and then move to practice
Improve my tactics, until odds are elastic
That's why I prod to crash shit

And laud the bad shit as if it were magic
Fathering conflicts like D'Artagnon
Modern day embodiment of a cro-magnon
Soldering sonnets roared by a dragon!

Naughty since I learned to be honest

Sitting on so many waves of phrases to turn
Watering my seeds from a cistern, sways what I discern

Stained from the fashion, of pain as my passion,
So rain your reactions to my dub-set subtext
With breath and action, over my flesh for every track I spun

Teeter-tottering party glimpse-
Don't mince words over what burned from sprees I dismissed!
The honesty of such a body rinse turns me on, Miss!
Monitor me and find I'm chronic about my missives!

Vomiting my blues in phonics, true and on it
Even bothering to honor what others fathered and got gone from their lil' bits!
Some ill gleam on that hit, but I mean every line that fits!

Check my history: It wasn't a surrogate-parent victory over a doddering sperm-donor
Who's Zone for owning up to father-duty in his home was prone towards: NON-EXIST!
It was “Let me give the gift of me, the rifts I can free, the best of my synergy.”

The lil'uns should never want for a thing, thanks to me
But get in the middle of a bio-dad and divorcee?

Did what that slob never could, bringing gold from the crown,
Holding it down like Robin Hood. But I paused on the wing
Reflecting on what robber's bring-- a break from the system

Taking your wishing and making it the first decision.
Blare what I fight in songs, not caring about right and wrong
As much as the Hood Path: What's good and what lasts?
Spent enough time laundering my morals

Pondering my sore roll, honoring the provider role
Knowing it was all gonna bring a fight for my toll
I could show my chilluns a Queen for their home

But I couldn't do diddling for the beta-boy bio-dad example
All that I was filling in was just a middling “Try to go with a cramped roll!”
I brawl cause I was illin, always seeing the children watch that scamp lose control

Always grateful to let me fill their needs while he did less.
I guess...                        ...for escapists, integrity is viewed as weakness.
But I gotta' get away from this, ditch the stress.

Turn a corner past the strife state.
Still friends with the former life mate.
Still freeing my lid, still seeing my kids.

Still bawling madly inside, cause they're still calling me daddy
With the same bright eyes.
Same slight disguise when bio-dad pretends he can't hear their cries.

Their mother says he's improving, “A dedicated father to the best of his ability.”
That's some other groove she's in. While admitting he never bothered to match the fill of me.
Forge family ties and maintain them, a man decides.

But for this ride? I have to hold a lot of soreness inside.
The sum of my glum, watching 3 ½ years of parenting undone
Whenever I come around and see how the family has taken up
Since my life-mate Queen and I had our break up.