I'm at my brother's neighbor's house, getting my braids twisted
Thinking of seeing my dad again before I end my visit.
Then my brother walks in, and I could see it in his face
That, for a friendly greeting, this wasn't the time or place.
I asked him “what's wrong?” And that's the hardest I pried
‘Cuz although he took his sweet time, he answered “Daddy died.”
For a brief second, the whole room was void
Of any breathing, then the truth I tried to avoid:
“Stop playing” I said, His rebut: “Why would I joke?”
Then all air left my lungs, I began to sob and choke.
‘This couldn't be true, it just couldn't be right.
Superman doesn't die, even in the midst of kryptonite.'
My thoughts went as such, but the harsh reality soon sunk in.
I'd never be able to see my father again.
So I wept, and my brother wept as an effect,
Then we went to Grandma's house, where everyone was a wreck.
I managed to hold my tears on the short way there
But then I see my brother, and my heart fills with fear
‘Cuz no one's told him yet, but my aunt takes care of that:
“Meeches, your daddy's gone and he's never coming back.”
I see him comprehend and start to cry, then I can take no more.
I cry my eyes dry; I scream my throat sore.
I go to Man-Man's house, because I know he'll let me be.
Then I try to distract myself with all my favorite show's on tv.
But nothing now can help, because I soon realize
The hospital where he pa**ed is now right next to where I reside.
So I go to the window, open the blinds and stare
and mumble to myself “Daddy died there.”
Then I lay back down, and stare at the ceiling all night,
Not realizing time has pa**ed until I see the morning light.
Then the thought that still haunts me comes, and I shudder from the horror:
‘Everyone I know and love, d**h can and will come for.'
There's D-Day, 9/11, Hiroshima, but for me,
This is why August 8th is the worst day in history.