Don't...

Don't just sit there and 1+ shit.
This ain't funny no more.
Don't fuck with my son, it's not in your best interest.

I think it's another test.
Times getting close.
You want to see me fight through more obstacles.
You've talked to my mom, I know you have, and James, and Nicholas and who knows who else.
I can tell.
I'M NOT STUPID!
I hate that shit, think I can't tell or don't know?

This ain't funny, peoples lives are at stake.
You don't want it say so.
Tired of always having to prove myself to you.
I already have.
You some fucked up Borderline abused piece of shit?
Go screw up someone elses life, stay away from me and my son.
I won't have that shit in my life.

But I know your not.
Cause you would have said something long before now.
Your mom, your brother, the lady at the gas station in Albany.
Somebody, some relative, some friend, would have put an end to this way before now.
But you keep intensifying things.
Like you want to see just how far I'm willing to go.
I'll go the distance.
Till it starts adversely affecting my son.

"That's not like Vergie, she is not that cold hearted."
"She wants to trust, she wants to settle down."

If not me who?
If not now when?

It's like you just don't want to believe it.

Text me, one last time, tell me,
"Andrew, it ain't happening go away"
You, nobody else and I'll walk.
You got five minutes to decide.
Peace.