...I Have a New Piece
Early June
By: Alex Echols
so it starts as so/
21 years ago/
now add 9 months, 3 days and 2 hours/
the exact moment when the taste in my father’s mouth went sour/
2 minutes prior, my mom told him that a seed was to be born/
a black seed that from he and her it would form/
now add 3 weeks and 4 days/
next, these exact words he would say/
i’m so sorry, but then again I’m not sorry/
it’s all your fault and now this is your problem/
now deal with it and for me, bid him adieu
for its my time to go and now it’s all up to you/
8 months later and a few days passed
born to my mom, but with a face just like my dad/
17 years more have passed in my life/
chillin with my homies on the corner slangin some dice
66 seconds later, a few hunnies pass by/
as I gaze at their young faces, one catches my eye/
mouth game tight as I speak words in her ear/
add 44 minutes to the equation and I’m taking her back to the crib/
3 weeks and 2 days later, I find out that fortune was not in my favor/
for a son was to be born almost 9 months later/ WOW
i wont be like my dad, i said I wont be like my dad/ NO
i wont be a little punk bitch/
I gotta get my stuff together and damn it’s gotta be quick/ YES
so I journey through the days in my hood unable to completely forget my past/
8 months later have come and it was a total flash/
14 minutes more and then the unthinkable happens/
for my past is now to be remembered and my present is now my past/
for I was shot down in the middle of the street as the cars rolled past/
for I was shot down in the middle of the street as the cars rolled past/ WOW
because my past had come to be remembered and now my present has come to pass/
so what does that leave for the future/
just like my father left me/
in a few weeks, my son was to be born without a dad/
