Nana, put this is Daddy's pocket

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Mikaela
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Nana, put this is Daddy's pocket

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My son gave his nana a letter for his father to be buried with. I believe it to be song lyrics. Pehaps a poem. All is said was:

Here Daddy, I love you.

Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat

Why cry now inhale the pain is gone
Get your life back together it's time to move on
I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him
Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him

Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did
He left you with biggest gift he made a kid
Now you grab him and smile remember your man
Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan

With no money for the baby never held a job
When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride
What you blushing I know you love my nigga
In the casket at 32 he didn't figure

You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes
But he kept it real with you like a thugs suppose
You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville
You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed

Life is serious out here on these streets, got us curious but we're just trying to eat.

Smile now Mama I know you miss my nigga
A kid to raise now without a father figure
And now your only sons screaming why's my daddy going to heaven

You and mama were never suppose to be together
And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry
Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise
From the streets to the big league
From the ghetto to the palm trees

We pour liquor cause my Daddys moved on
We shed tears but we stayed strong
And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday
His last words was same time but a different place

Life is serious out here on the streets, got us curious but were just trying to eat.

And at times I burn a cross
For the nigga I lost
One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood
R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D
I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me
Sippin a sprite
Breakin my life
When the day turn night and just write
Till I bed wrinkle
Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel
Running around with that desert eagle
Like it was a bit legal

I got a call from my uncle state
Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates
Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears
I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years

Life was serious out here on these streets, Mama and me were curious but we just trying to eat. So now its ashes to ashes and dust to dust, had you chosen me and my mama over drugs you would still be with us.

Please dont judge, he is a young child dealing with the lose of his father. Obviously, this was a way. He is doing ok... going to work, seeing friends, trying to push forward. But he is mad... so mad. All of this applie very much to us so i dont know if its a song or a poem. Its just very fitting, in his mind as to what he wanted to say.

Im thinking his daddy should have called or send a nickle... just once... because to me this sounds more like a:

Only had mama when you were here, only have mama now. Cool. RIP. Nothing has changed really. Again, he lost his life to drugs, my son has a right to hate him at the moment.

Its ALMOST as if Matt is writting a poem FROM me to his daddy or something. Odd. But saying all the things HE wants to say.
~ Mikaela Sky

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