An Open Letter to Absent Fathers

 

Always talking shit about my generation
Our failures the topic of every conversation
All our mistakes described in exaggeration
The same niggas who couldn’t make it to our graduation
And you wonder we don’t respect you
You won’t admit but you know it’s true
Reminding you of all the shit you didn’t do
Asking where you were when we going threw
Every problem we needed a father for
The bastard kids you thought it best to ignore
Throwing all your pride and opinions on the floor
Yeah nigga truths don’t it
Bet you won’t talk about us anymore

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