bittersweet

This morning I found out that my wife was not going to have twins; we were expecting twins since the first Dr. visit. She is about five months along now. One of the babies died at about 3 and ½ months. The one that is there is a healthy boy. I am torn between joy and excitement for a new son, and sadness for the loss. Don’t know if the other one was a boy or girl; it has to stay until the boy is born. As morbid as it sounds, it would be too risky to attempt to remove it. I feel for my dear wife, although she is in good spirits.

At this moment I’m gone off the green and alcohol,
I’m feel’in kinda numb and I wanna tell all yall
that, Supa gone be alright,
one day at a time, but I’ma get throwed tonight.
It’s about leventhirty and I’m sipp’in on some brown liquor,
contemplating on roll’in next cigarillo a bit thicker
than the last one, in fact it was the second one of the day,
I gotta say
it aint that good good that them rappers like to sing about,
but this shit here shoenuff got the Supa stout.
So keep us in your prayers if you know what I’m talk’in bout
And holla at your boy and let know about the burn out…