Father

My father, what can I say about my father, it's harder and now it bothers

Like damn if only he remained by my side at birth, that day, he was out drinking

Probably snorting cocaine with a bunch of whores that only wanted something

Honestly I'm less angry more hurt and disappointed, he avoided, pointed

Fingers for his failure in life, humanity is always at fault if insanity sprouts

Liquor sipping, pistol popping, bodies rocking, dipping molly, smoking marijuana

Vodka, as they're serving drama but he riddled me with momma, belittled by his

Never seen him have a gift, never made a birthday wish, depressing spirit

Expressing his dreams was never center or the limit, state his dream was shit

Hearing that from your own parent must of been painful, maybe that's why he's hateful

Resentful of the card life had dealt him, trust in family life was no longer apparent

He harbored regretful emotions once he saw, the life of drugs 'n whores was flawed

Now he hoping to get back those years 'n fears he had lost