“You ain’t seen me since I was nine years old, and all of a sudden, you got input on what you want for me out of life?” I couldn’t help but to snicker a bit at her ass. She was delusional for real. “I’m a grown ass man. Anything could’ve happened to a nigga, and you just now coming around to see me yet claim to care about how my life will turn out.” “I was put away for a long part of that, and you can blame your father for it because—” Waving her off in irritation, I said, “Man, I don’t wanna discuss, rehash, and talk about all this other shit. Fuck you come here to say? I don’t got long.”
