To My Father

Life was a constant struggle for a special men

One his children will never understand

He sold drugs to feed his kids

but we never imagine one day he wouldn`t make it home to bed

Many nights I want to ask God why
Why constantly do tears flow down my eyes

And why the news mad him seem like a bad guy

They only know him as \" the black men who dealt drugs\".

not the father who gave kisses and recieve hugs

I will never forget the day my dad was put to rest

A bullet straight through his stomache and one to the chest

I wil never forget how my life change that night

for this would be the last time I seen my father in sight

I could not say good bye with honesty on my face

So I sat quietly and sang amazing grace

because one day it will be hard to let go of a father and a friend

Until then I ask the Lord and him to hold my hand