Two alcoholic fathers
Haven’t spoken to Mom in 5 or 6 years
should have wrote this off 5 or 6 beers
the truth is,
this came after 5 or 6 tears
rebuilt self
after struggling with mental health
finally displayed emotions
on a level shelf
selling my mettle for spiritual wealth
they crucified Jesus
just so white supremacy
could wear his skin as pelt
sin is felt deep within my bones
trying to hit different astral planes and zone
so my soul can finally find a home
with full attention on self reflection
tried to save a lot women
but how could I save them
if I couldn’t save myself?
in my dreams pacing Orion’s Belt
let the hollows melt until the pain is felt
playing the shameless cards I was dealt
Pain, rage, growth, pain
Sun after rain, win, lose or draw
play the numbers game
play the numbers game
This second verse
will address the hurt
and self imposed curse
placed on my daughter, as your father
you got my best pieces
but also my worst demons
keep breathin’ and play each day
as new life leases to unlock your secrets
I’m sorry your transformation
started in your mother’s imagination
and my pitiful exaggerations
our communication became complacent
your heart became a weight station
for our mistakes
that’s the reason it aches
don’t be afraid to chase happiness
in the face of depression
you may never disconnect it
but never let it
stop you from breaking tension
take each lesson as a step
to your new direction
remember self reflection
I’ll always be
the one you can run to
no matter what, I will always love you