i wrote this for a topical battle on UF. the topic was "the 12 nights of christmas" tell me wat ya'll think
On the first night of christmas my father passed away
I couldnt believe shit had happened i didnt know wat ta say.
On the second night of christmas I had way to much ta drink
Cryin an everybody, tears pourin, jus tryin not ta think.
Now the third night i was pissed off an ready ta go ta hell,
got arrested for assault an spent 3 nights in a jail cell
Nights four five an six was spent jus contemplatin
If life is worth livin but i couldnt keep my conentration.
The seventh night i was freed an ready to let the past reamain
but memories kept hittin me, my ass was goin insane!
Who did what? Why did it all occur? i wasnt sure
Why my father had ta die celebratin Christ's Birth!
On the eighth night of christmas i was still confused an feelin apethetic,
Screamin "If all this agony's gonna kill me get it over with I'll let it!"
The ninth night i was poppin pills tryin ta help my death come faster
Using every breath ta curse God believing he created this bastard!
On the tenth night i was done fightin, ready to accept reality,
i'll take shit as it comes, that was my mentality.
The eleventh night came an i was startin ta reveal a smile,
not knowin if it was real or jus a show for a awhile.
The twelth night came an my pain was subsiiding
Tryin ta get back on track after the rollercoaster i been riding
I start ta think back over all of the years past,
rememberin everyday wit my father until the very last.
I know i'll never bring him back but its still on my wish list,
I pray to God an apologize sayin i cant believe i missed this,
CUZ JUST REJOICING LIFE ITSELF IS THE TRUE MEANING OF CHRISTMAS.