Independent

For an amazing wife, mother, and woman; Jen Newville

I’ve tried expressing my concerns, but you don’t ever learn.

That name calling shit really is for the birds.

I see you’re confused by what you heard.

How could you disrespect your own daughter?

You’re the worst; sorry excuse for a father.

Your own daughter doesn’t trust you, so you took it even farther.

She is proud of herself, and now you’re looking at the product.

Father is a title that you just haven’t earned.

So, forgive me for not caring about your feelings that I hurt.

There’s a name for people like you; call them lurks.

You are just another shameless jerk with no ambition to work.

You’re an alcoholic mess, and you made me go berserk.

Now, try to make another excuse for your hideous behavior.

Call your daughter a few more names, like you made her.

She’s a beautiful woman, and my life’s true savior.

She’s completely self-made, unlike the two failures that created her.

Now, she’s surrounded by love. Not the family that only hated her.

A Letter for Emily

Baby blue eyes, like the bluest skies.

I love to see them fill up with surprise.

Thank you for the ways that you have made me wise.

'Cause I love you in ways that only I can describe.

You're the only one who can calm my cries.

Every time I hear your voice it makes me smile inside.

I'm sorry when I yell and it makes you cry.

It's too easy to blame it on my stressful life.

It hurts me too, but it will be alright.

I'm always your Daddy at the end of the night.

I love you in ways only a father can write.

Whenever I am wrong, I will make it right.

I've waited all of my life to see a star this bright.

I've never been the same since you came into my life.

I will help you to succeed with all of my might.

It may seem a bit extreme, but you're the reason for my life.

In this life, a darkened tunnel, you are my only hope of light.

When we are together, it just feels so right.

You are my lone beautiful rose in this land of blight.

I love you in ways only a father can give light.

Hate Mail

I take care of business neatly. Nobody needs to meet me.

Payment clears on PayPal, and you will get your shit discretely.

We'll be hitting up the street scene with our rides flexing beefy.

So, if you need a tree then my goons will come and see me.

I'm just doing me, steering clear of the precinct.

My picture's perfect clear. I see through your shit distinctly.

Your picture's got a haze, like you ordered something greasy.

The smell of shit is in the air. What the fuck you trying to teach me?

All the preaching isn't fair. Introducing Visto's demons.

Decipher all these meanings. Find an undercover legion.

You call yourself a dad? Well, you're not a father even.

Just a bitch that's a snitch. Make a living off of leaving.

So, get your PPO, my dude. You're gonna need it.

As of right fucking now we are permanently beefing. 

When you're no longer around, I guess we can call it even.

You're just another fucking clown that I never could believe in.

The Thin Green Line

I don't think they understand how hard it is.

Working 5 hours a week, and feeding two kids.

Wife pays the bills, but she ain't getting rich.

This shit is aggravating. I gotta flip the switch.

Let me get another brick, and then turn it into nicks.

Went to see the Doc, and had him sign my slip.

Now I'm picking out my bag like I'm gonna flip the script.

It's hitting a loophole when I don't wanna hit a lick.

I've hit a few before, and I'm tired of the shit.

Man, this gap is getting thick between the poor and the rich.

There's money to be found, but they aren't sharing it.

So I get on a hustle 'til I feed the wife and kids.

I'm not a gangster. Don't even know what that is.

I'm just a fed up man who ain't got no quit.

The world is a thin green line, and I'm tired of walking it.

Father

Look at the sky. What do you see? I see a whole world on top of me. 

Freedom is expressed in the little girls’ laughter. These chains hold me tight; I’m imprisoned forever.

My ignorance was lost in the blink of an eye. Is that what you see when you look at the sky?

The glee my girls see is my world ripped asunder. Magnificently crafted; they’re my two greatest blunders. 

Honor and integrity I pass unto my seed. With these few words, a father’s soul bleeds.

This bandage was so finely crafted. Quickly replicated, but never subtracted. These kids stole the show, and it’s being perfectly acted.

The saline falls down, though not brought by depression. It’s brought at the sight of a father’s obsession. 

The beauty I see when I look at our conception it the beauty in me that's been put to the question.