Dear John Henry Taylor 

I know you’re looking down at me

I can feel your presence everytime I go to fucking breathe

everytime I’m out at work, I swear to god I hear you scream

I run around the place looking like a little fucking fiend 

I’m not sipping on the lean, but yo I u know I’m fucking up

you told me to go get off it but you know I cannot get enough 

I’m sorry for my habits even though you went abs raised me up 

To be a better fucking man but I just can’t toughen up



I’m sorry dad for all the arguments that you and I had

they got really bad then it made us go real wack 

ignorant towards each other even though it hurt my mother 

but I promise that I’m being better and I’m making it all up

I’m no longer lazy, but I’m out working on my own 

I wanted to tell you but you were sleeping all alone 

I wanted to see you, but it broke me down to the fucking bone 

To see you in the state you were in, in the nursing home 



I’m sorry for how ignorant I got when I was up

I wasn’t in the mental state to keep our shit straight up

I was going really bad and knowing that I’m fucking up

I kept around the dirty habits all because I was in a rut 

I just wanted you to be proud of me

love me unconditionally

I know your love was tough 

it made me see the man you saw in me


When id lack all my mentality 

you made me see the bigger screen 

help me through my problems even though you didn’t have to be

The perfect dad you choose to come and be for me

I wish this shit was real easy 

but now this shit has broken me 

left me weak in my fucking knees

I’m praying to the clouds I see

hoping that you’d come down to me

and hold me one more time and simply tell me that you love me

Or even that you’re proud of me 

Or even simply see the man you raised me up to be 


RIP foss, you were a great man, and an amazing dad to me. Keep screaming at those umpires up there, I’ll join you someday soon 🕊️❤️

JOHN🕊️

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