The Real Me You who think, you know me so well. What is it your mind tells you that I am, less than a man? Am I the lost father of an unwed daughter’s first born bastard who will grow up to be just like me. Did I leave her, without a care How would you know-you weren’t there . Am I the mother-five children, two hands who breeds like a fly and then demands. I watch my check rise-eight, nine hundred, ten while my babies are starving, I’m driving my Benz. Or am I the one who corrupted your son. Who made him take what wasn’t his. The one who pulled him into the abyss Didn’t he know You reap what you sow? Isn’t