Papa says The Hunter, It's time I confess.
I'm sorry you got me into this mess.
I can't go to prison, you can't pardon me now.
I only did it cause you taught me how.
I'm really afraid, it's all coming apart.
It's time for me to upset your cart.
You were the Big Guy, you ran the show.
You fed me whores and plenty of blow.
If you go to prison, you'll be just fine.
Your whole career's been crossing the line.
You sold your influence, You paid me to help.
I feel abused, like your cast-off whelp.
You're not a good person, your life is a lie.
You made me your pawn by keeping me high.
I love you Daddy, but I've been abused.
Everyone knows it and no one's amused.
I won't be your scapegoat, I'm off the dope.
I've got life skills, I've learned to cope.
Here's what I want, I want half of your stash.
I want it in gold, you've trashed the cash.
There's more than one laptop that implicates you.
I'll bring you to your knees before I'm through.
I know you could kill me not knowing you did.
So it's all written down and very well hid.
I've finally awakened, you must cut me loose.
It's time you realize you cooked your own goose.
Those are your options, make up your mind.
The sh*t's hit the fan, I'm no longer blind.
Give me what I want and I just disappear.
With me out of the picture, you're in the clear.
It doesn't mean kill me, it means pay me my share.
I'll get out of your life, and out of your hair.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/21/23