What happened in '98? I remember '98 like the breath before this one March 6th My Dad's death was commissioned Screams from the room to the left of the kitchen were manufactured to make the deaf wanna listen His skin and liver got cancer The kidneys got it after The latter was the lungs filling with plasma three times faster than his bladder While I slept in the same room and acted like the matter never mattered Teaspoonfuls of morphine everyday between two full moons for four weeks Poor me I could barely afford sleep while the screams stormed rained razors in your boy’s dreams at fourteen I was listening I've never seen change as quick as this Must have been some sort of cosmic trick 'Cause I was sent to live with him for discipline Momma got her wish And now he's a walking stick His feet swelled 'til his house shoes decided not to fit I was smoking pot an awful not, and not a bit And cigarettes I started with a box of his that he left in the glove box once he'd gotten sick We only got a two month head up The first one was hospital visits The next one was a back full of bedsores His legs numb with bloody lips and a cancer smell And I'm sad as hell I wish I heard the stories he never had a chance to tell But now he's gone insane from the tumor in his brain His sisters watch his Mom in pain whisper, "not again" Every-night he asks for help On that day he got his way my Grandpa, Aunt, and I watched him scream the whole evening If I'm not mistaken I think I seen his soul leaving The next thing I know I'm on the phone speaking to my mother Telling her the whole thing and my eyes gush mid-sentence for seemingly no reason We could have overflowed a stream for the whole season And then I'm on the porch slow breathing Thinking, “why'd you die tonight?” Eyes too dry to cry Two homies came by not to get me high to my surprise I sacked it up Right when I had enough of acting tough, I asked who had the blunt? The answer was, "quit pretending like it's all good and gravy, acting cool, I'd be going crazy" So I told them, "we were never close but lately, just maybe, this experience helped raised me And at least I got to learn that my father was a car salesman who could play any instrument by ear We'd go fishing, buy beef jerky, coca-cola, and dry beer He taught me how to stay warm in the cold and couple of life game codes And at least made me make plans to get past 39 years old"
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