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| Aye Papi! Never surprised me on how you try to put me your seed to her demise My #1 critic I was always too prideful to let you see my eyes full of tears Not wanting you to translate my hidden heart prayers I disperse to the farthest beams of the moon Laughing at my future mistakes and suffering the pain of my victories Aye Papi! You said you will always be here for me! But you tend to sway your head to the rear And say �Helping Latinos will get you nowhere fast someday!� Oh excuse me for not being good I should�ve not graduated, smiled, prayed, Sorry for not getting pregnant at such a young age, and turn into an alcoholic like someone I know, Enlisted in the Marines, my way or the highways mentality, Blood makes the grass grow greener sir insanity, Smoke smack during my twenties, Have a child two years later and vow to God that I love her! Hey look at me the world�s incorrect seed! Sperm from a bastard and popping out of a 16-year-old womb It all comes out one way One way One way Or the other Fuck your mother she left you Amen so be it I'm the bastardess yet to be named Aye Papi! Yes! You raised me but I supported you every month Mr. high omnipotent don�t you even dare say that my room is full of junk to the extent that 21 years later I'm pissed off Intoxicated, glossy eyed, bacardi bat drunk. In my room typing on the pc that you didn�t get for me In my room thinking why God put you as an obstacle in my life In my room writing lyrics that I gots to hide Because I am not familiar with the Rosa family emotions I am immune to that depressing thing called �sensitivity� You have 20/20 vision Why can't you see that? I am glistening with glory Consumed with love for others And a joy that just ..just .. Aye�. Written By: Roberta M. Rosa Roro Productions Slam Roetry Division Copyright �2002 |
| AYE PAPI! |
| 1st Slam I ever wrote. |
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