apparant I'm a bad parent...

[TraceOneInfinite]

It's apparent that I'm a bad parent/
Left the cousins out in the rain/
the could of gotten kidnapped/
where's my brain?
Damn, must of spaced it/
Maybe it was withdrawal from ganja/
or lack of food,
my mentals just not in the mood/
or whatever, trying to be clever
I had the en-devour to eat
just one meal a day/
preparing for Ramadan
on the way to go pray
and left the kids out in the rain
didn't wait to see if
they made it inside the house
and now I'm just out of the loop
out of my mind
out of sync
yet I think I'm just fine
do I feel bad or do I feel good?
my fucking head is like flipped/
Got to get a grip
but can't get ahold of my shit/
this fuckin bitch man more of the same/
God damn man same record fucking playing/
Same shit, repeated
I know shit's okay if I could just see it
but I can't see for some reason/
summer season,
damn man twisted...
was supposed to feel uplifted
but somehow something it out of place
feel like I need to be in two places
at two times
or maybe 3 or 4

[IslamInevitable]

if you depend on impression/ you'll be stressin/ perspectives agression relative suggestions/ so listen toda lesson/ gotta keep it movin/ drop the kids off like he is groovin/ but you got knocked for you treason to reason what ya disprovin? im just movin me im doin me and my progeny its a domestic policy somethin out of the odyssey dont turn to stone and get stoned that you can't sink into the pond, what ya on/ yea that realist, open mic kill dis, the competition can't kill us/

[Sccit]

you can have a giant mansion in beverly hills
still dont compare to possessing good parenting skills
dedicate time cuz developing will
take more love than an ecstacy pill

thatsreal

[TraceOneInfinite]

you can have a giant mansion in beverly hills
still dont compare to possessing good parenting skills
dedicate time cuz developing will
take more love than an ecstacy pill

thatsreal

If only I could be a good parent like Snoop Lion/
Man I'm trying, but instead I'm
just stuck in the mind of this man named Brian/
My true self crying out to be expressed/
Because I know how it was before the West/
In East Instanbul, when my role was much different/
When I had a son, and gave my best to him/
before I was possessed by an evil jinn/
see back then I was a courtier to the King/
now, I lost my way of life, my deen/
Was transported over here/
to a different hemisphere/
In the land of a thousand queers/
Trying to live out these years/
Still I can stroke a charm/
or attain the right chord/
that will allow me to implore/
the right spell/
that can derail this lost train of thought/
before it gets too far lost/
at one point I even forgot about my past/
Till a dream vision brought it all back/
and ever since that, I'm no longer trying to adapt/
I'm just waitin to construct a ship/
to grab a map, so I can get back to that/
life I once had/
I scribe for the Tribe, a certain kind of poet/
documented all those that died in tight prose/
and impeccable form/
making centuries of Sufi knowledge to be Born/
Respected by the Kings of competing Nations/
But now this jinn has upended my station in life/
and ever since then I ain't been living right!

-Mekkan Refugee-