(Father's perspective) Son, I'm writing you this letter, Wishing that we were together. I can't hear the stormy weather, But I'm sure it's off the measure. Never mix business with pleasure. Look at me as an example, son. I miss feeling the scorching sun. I can no longer spread my wings. I cannot buy you the finer things. It's ok to cry and hate me, my boy. I treated freedom like it was a toy. Son, learn from my poor mistakes. I was too busy running from cops, So this is where my journey stops. In here, I don't really have any rights. It's like mine fields avoiding fights. Never get locked up, it's full of punks. Most of these fools smell like skunks. Finally, son, daddy's coming home. Now you two don't have to be alone. (Son's perspective) As a kid you said sky is the limit, Well mine is a reverse skyscraper. Dad, guess who got put in the Pen, After trying to gather some paper? You left me and mama poor, dad? Same clothes everyday at school, Can't you fathom how that's sad? Most of my life, I saw mother cry. You didn't see the pain in her eye, Cause you're too busy incarcerated. I didn't learn from your mistakes. I mixed business with the pleasure, Now I lost the freedom I treasure. Father, I'm writing you this letter, In hopes that you stay away forever. They tell me when to eat, shìt, sleep. Every single hour of the night I weep. Many inmates are bigger than me. Bruised and I tried to stay away, but, Apples don't fall far from the tree.
Look, if you guys don't like it, you don't have to comment you know. Other side of the coin, I do see how people get irritated by multiple posts by people. But, like I said, don't like it? Dont comment. All u r doing is bumping the threads. After saying that, good for you putting yourself out their with your writing OP.