Halcyon

As a child I was foul. Ugh, ma,
I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth.
You would fuss, cuss 'til ya blood pressure was up,
then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya liquor.
A hard-headed nigga I was, quick temper.
Short attention span, not attendin' class.
What a dummy. I would run over you, honey.
You confront me and say, "Obie, you no longer have a mommy.
Don't use my phone, don't even eat my food,
matter fact, don't speak" and it was just me and you
in that house with that mouse and them traps and that gat,
just waitin' on the day for you to pull the trigger back.