Inglorious E

Well Tyler, it's about that time. I mean, you're a kid, just misguided. Mean, so is there anything else you wanna say Before we end this? My father died the day I came out of My mother's hole and left a burden on my Soul until I was old enough to understand that The fucking faggot didn't like me much. He loved my moms enough to bust a nut And then he shaved his nuts. Bring your pops to school day, for 12 years I cheated. Told the fucking faculty that he was At a meeting and bring that dude to life Day, he wasn't at the meeting. Made a U-turn on the weather like the fucking Mob figure. Birthdays, Christmas, My only fucking wish list was CDs and a New fit. Instead I got some CDs, A hater, some Ritalin, some white socks. I was hyper 'cause I ain't get attention from My real pops. Cops say I'm supposed to be In jail, but they don't notice me. Statistics say that niggas with no fathers ain't Gon' be shit. Well I guess I had one 'cause nigga I'm It. You smell that? That's the odor of success, bitch. I know I'm not the only bastard in America, So I'ma need some help This next part. Scream it with me niggas. Fuck you. I'm good. Fuck you. I graduated. Without you. I'm good. Fuck you. I'm good. Nigga 18. I'm good. Fuck you. I'm good. got a job nigga? You. Eat a dick nigga, bitch. Father's Day was the worst when it came to Gifts 'cause I ain't know for who or what The fuck to get. Now my mom would mention The day before what she would like, 'cause she's Playing both roles like her occupation was dyke. Fucking right. I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon. I look up to the Hugos and Dixons. The niggas in the vision rapping about the shit They cooking in the kitchen. Pushing keys like them niggas that was banging on Them jeans. My father never seen me. The nigga probably seed me. He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums, Like that's gonna make up for the years and The tears and the money that my mama spent On rent and clothes. You fucking dipped out. I swear to God if I see you I'ma Get out the M16 and let a fucking clip Out, 'cause in 16 years you let your kid Down. Existence, none. I don't give a fuck either. Like father, like son. I'm done. He ain't give a fuck about me. He ain't give a fuck about you. He ain't give a fuck about we. So what the fuck we gon' do? Fuck you. I'm good. Fuck you. I graduated. Without you. I'm good. Fuck you. I'm good. Nigga 18. I'm good. Fuck you. I'm good. You got a job nigga? Fuck you. Eat a dick nigga, bitch. The coat is nice and I'm not talking about The weather. The skin is thick, no need for Leather. Your father called, he said you're better Without him. I'm not the only fuck without them. How to tie a tie and how to get Your suit hemmed up, take it to the shop. Then what? Fuck it, mom is proud of her Asthmatic. Then fuck luck, on my brim Supreme keeps Me warm when the cold blood swarms in my Veins. Fuck rain in the summer. The bummer is the fact that I'm Black and I hang with white neos whose marrow stays frio. Now this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm Evil. She don't give a fuck. Dealer, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero. Shit. No, no, fuck that. Fuck that. I ain't deserve this. Over it. Bang