I woke up this morning with the urge to CUSS MY MOTHER OUT. How could you leave me RIGHT BEFORE I take off?! How could you be persuaded to subdue me?!! Why were you so strict???!
I suddenly got reminded of all the times where, if I didn’t have or show discipline, I’d be finished. And I *still* lived a rough life. I wanted to be my own dad. I didn’t want my pretty ass, witty ass mom to be Dad. And I was FURIOUS with my dad. How could you be THEEEEE most caring and loving mf, and STILL not be there when I need you?
I can go on forever about him.
Hence the outro to November 10th.
I don’t need to call him a bitch ass nigga. I damn near didn’t MEAN to. I was just selfish… being selfish with Sonic. Sons, if you feel your father is a bitch ass nigga, it will reflect on YOU. Your entire manhood is based on your father’s EXISTENCE. You REFLECT your mother, in your beauty and grace. But that grit? That strength? Pops, all day.
So sorry, mom and dad. I’m just a rebel. Just like BOTH of you. We had good times. The three of us, me and mom, me and dad. We were superpowers, ya know? Dad was a high-powered attorney, mom was a legendary journalist. I was… a Superbaby. Watched by higher ups, respected among my fellow infants.
Or it was all just… pure imagination.
See you on the 10th, mom and dad.
In spirit, of course…
