Posted by Deon C. Sanders
on 5/21/2002, 11:10 am
Father be me
Out of the womb
Came to soon
A son of mine, on the day of my eighteenth moon
My future not seen
An inner scream
what to do, for something so new
A father am I
So it seems
A teenage father
I ask myself why bother
he did not ask to breathe this fresh air
I trembled and shook, I'm so scared
who's to feed this heaven sent
my pockets broke
my money spent
rock-a-bye baby on a westside block
when the storm blows, it's you that I hold
under my arms in a chair, two or so o'clock
when the bow breaks, I shall not fall
Thirty-five, running live
looking back was it worth it all
through the pains and set backs that covered me
I would not change it for the world
for he is my son and his, father be me
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