I originally wrote this August 12, 2016. That day was traumatic to say the least. I don’t know if you know about when Louisiana flooded that year, but it did and it was this day. I lost everything and by everything I do mean every fucking thing, and the worst was all of my journals dating back decades (they actually were not flooded, I put them up high and after the water receded someone gutting the house got that stack of journals, sitting in an empty room alone dry unharmed and started the gut pile with it). Anyway, I just found this poem as it came up in my Facefuck memories…I don’t even remember writing it.
So yeah dad let's walk Let's have us a father and son talk But I bet we wouldn't probably get one block Without me knocking your block off This is all your fault Maybe that's why I'm so bananas I appeal to all those walks of life Whoever had strife Maybe that's what dad and son talks are like 'Cause I related to the struggles of Young America When their fucking parents were unaware of their troubles Now they're ripping out their fucking hair again It's hysterical, I chuckle 'Cause everybody bloodies their bare knuckles Yeah, uh oh, better beware knuckle heads The sign on my hustle says "Don't knock" The doors broken, it won't lock It might just fly open, get cold-cocked You critics come pay to me a visit Misery loves company, please stay a minute Kryptonite to a hypocrite Zip your lip if you dish it but can't take it Too busy getting stoned in your glass house To kick rocks, then you wonder why I lash out Mister Mathers as advertised on the flyers So spread the word 'cause I'm promoting my passion 'til I'm passed out Completely brain dead Rainman Doing the Bankhead in a restraint chair So bitch, shoot me a look it better be a blank stare Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than All 8 of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef 'Cause I hate every fucking thing, yeah Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look For a fucking reason for it that ain't there I still am a CRIMINAL Ten year old degenerate grabbing on my GENITALS The last Mathers LP done went diamond This time I'm predicting this one will go EMERALD When will the madness end, how can it when There's no method the pad and pen The only message that I have to send Is "Dad, I'm back at it again."