Its been 10 years since my father has lived with me
He never taught me how to shave but do you see any marks on me?
That man is lucky he lives in a separate town,
That man is lucky I never see him around
Because after all, I am a product of his seed
and his anger and his hatred,
they grow inside me, but see,
I'm just a little bit better at hiding,
because I don't let the alcohol describe me.
I'm just lucky I had a mom who cares,
Worked multiple jobs but still needed welfare.
I promise you,
I promise my kids will never grow up without a father,
and down the aisle I will walk my daughter,
Ill be there for my son,
and his soon to be wife,
While he's in his tux,
and she's dressed in white.
I'll smile at him, and he'll smile too,
all while the flower girls throw pedals down the pews.