P.S I'M SHITTIN ON YOU NIGGAS!
hate this shit. I feel good about something then it feels like its going to turn into shit. I’m not going to waste my time and breathe. I want to be something great for you, but you being so closed, there’s no doors of opportunity for me to open.
Is a waste to you now, I’m not good enough, and I’ll probably will never be. I live to fuck up, and you tell me everyone makes mistakes, yet when I do, it seems to be the end of the world. I guess I don’t have what it takes to be your son, or make you proud. I hate that what I do isn’t enough. I’m sorry I’m not God’s perfect angel. But I get so many attributes from you. Probably why its hard to live with a living image of you. I’m on the end of my strings. And soon the last will be cut. Then maybe you can sleep happy knowing you don’t have me to block you of what you do anymore.
xoxo
- Your Son
