Hit It & Quit It, Birth It & Forget It

Everyone hates absent fathers
And commitment.
God bless my father’s sperm
And my mother’s ovaries.

Living out in islands.
Drinking coronas.
Eating street food.
Getting money.
And STD checkups.

Then I was born,
I got 2 years,
Learn all about my parents.
That’s all.

Now I’m almost grown,
I found ways to pay.
Out of every parent teacher meeting.
Faked your signature.
Stayed with everyone everywhere.

Escaped every arrest.
Filled out my HPV shots.
Getting my high school diploma.
And you're back?

Saying I need help,
I’m almost outta the hood.
But you questioning my money
And who I’m fuckin with.
If I got babies on the way
Or if I got warrants out for my arrest.

Mother status: Birth it and forget it.
Father status: Hit it and quit it.

I learnt independence from cowards who were addicted to they travel life and no rubbers.