Its not my fault for bein born

For there's a cause God called me for
That I ain't answered because I'm still askin
Wit an open heart n clenched fists: why were you absent
Wats a father-son bond, n why don't we have it
Did you not want the responsibility 
Did you jus want my mama, but ain't wanna deal wit me
Because that's wat it appears to be
Do y'all have a fear of me?
Give me a reason that ain't made up
That explains your shortcomings, the anger
That gives this beat in my chest a malevolent flavor
I'm tired of tastin 
One day, y'all will get a serving
I'm gonna hurt y'all the way y'all hurt me
Not wit violence, abandonment n neglect
But wit success 
And a child who will say to me wat I never said
To y'all 
'I love you, daddy' 

KG ©