escaped me fourteen years ago

never could handle my criminal flow

hypocrite

she loved the jewelry and tight clothes

dinners, movies and dessert

vacations, handbags and fresh rides

but hated suspect customers and friends

Benson was just trying to make ends

meet

clean Air Force Ones on his feet

she slipped out like tires on sleet

covered concrete

back to Carolina she flew

the Kid: punches he threw

G’s he collected

pointless females he connected

with, trying to replace his queen

mansions he erected

drug game he perfected

then that skinny kid rolled up

knots in Kent’s stomach when his eyes met mine

she hid him from me for thirteen years

he escaped the South in search of me, and fear

now he sees me on the corner

role model, initially he didn’t find

initially angry, I said he wasn’t mine

treated my flesh and blood anything but kind

never had a father, so give me time

i told him

no idea how to raise a kid

bought him fresh fabric for his lid

took him under my weathered wing

he learned the streets

hustled at the swap meets

smoking like his dad

once in my life, Kent was glad

to have a partner

in crime

making up for severe lost time

my son-my best friend

back on the corner

back to my grind

stuck in some shit, or a bind

Benson Jr. in an argument

rush in to save my baby boy

a bullet met my misshaped dome

saved him, but know I’m alone

again

in purgatory for my life of sin

finally caught up with Benson

love you to death Junior

know i taught you wrong

but that is all your pops knew

take care of your moms

and i’ll see you soon…