The O - Letter to My Son...

You try to be real and authentically sound
Meanwhile naysayers steadily putting you down
Guess that comes with the territory
So says the allegory
As I scribe these words to illustrate my story
Take a walk in my shoes doubt if you will
Product of Baltimore
Son of Tiny and Theodore
Learned the art of war from life's lessons
When the chips were stacked against
I kept it moving
And learned to count my blessings
Undiagnosed depression
I️ must confess that
I️ write with aggression
Trying to suppress obsessions
Questions my reasons for being
Until I️ look into my daughter's eyes
And got the conformation
Why I'm needed
Though my first born
Don't see it that way
Cause he's blinded by some lies
Sipping poison like it is okay
Although I️ never walked away
And respect how you feel
Son I️ love you
Yet we got cards to deal
Blocked my number
I️ guess I'm waiting on you

I️ guess I'm waiting on you
I️ guess I'm waiting on you
I️ guess I'm waiting on you
I️ guess I'm waiting on you

Is what I'm suppose to do
Bare my soul on the track
More than some quo-tables black
No holding back
As I write out of necessity
It's stressing me
Yet I open up over this melody
With less brevity
As I'm gaining some clarity
Building my legacy
With your mom
Throughout her pregnancy
Who woulda knew
17 years later
I'm reflecting on the disrespect
And the pain's greater
Court cases
Child support payments
Being alienated amongst the frustration
Far from a dead beat
With a reputation
Of a rollin stone
Like that track from the temptations
You say I don't support you right
Text messaging
You don't want me in your life
Claim I've been missing for years
Which ain't even right
But the truth always find a way
To come into
The light

I guess the truth always find a way to come into the light right
Guess the truth always find a way to come into the light
I guess the truth always find a way to come into the light
I guess the truth always find a way to come into the light

Through it all I wanted was to be a father
And break a cycle
Cause I didn't want a baby mama
How can I blame you
Your a mere victim
Of kids trying to raise a baby
Making adult decisions
Going their separate ways
Cause of lies that caused division
Which equaled cynicism
Drama and unwanted attention
You were my only focus
Every choice that I made
Was to build that foundation
So you could stand on my shoulders
And walk across the boulders
Cause a Father Son relationship is vital
I lost my pops after your arrival
Now that's pain's recycled
I put that on my soul
With both hands on a bible
God strike me dead if I'm lying
I would never trifle
With my children
Cause I know that feeling
And running away
From your responsibilities is not appealing
This is my open letter
I love you without a ceiling
Sincerely Dad
Lets begin the healing

Written by:
Theodore Baylor

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