The Father
He was great and funny,
He was good and friendly,
He didn't even own a gun.
His homiez all warned him,
He would have to carry one,
But he never listened.
Now he can't even laugh nor cry.
Because all the worst had happened.
His Homeboyz are in regret,
His homegirlz all n tears.
They wore his favorite color
On their beautiful woven crosses.
His girlfriend's in the hospital
His mother by her side.
The newborn in the nursery,
With the father's given name.
Her mother's all in tears,
Trying not to think
That the father of her grandson,
Won't even be around.
The nurses try to calm him,
But the newborn already knows
That he just missed his father's love,
And all that would have been.