GiGi made a phone call and daddy was on his way back home
Christmas Eve, opened them all out of his presence
midnight, the clock just fell, then came a knock on the door
Preacher man in the freezing cold, moon in a devious crescent
It seems daddy took the scenic route, but ended up on the lawn
Next door to mother's house, that morning never met the dawn
Panic now, whats a son to do, left lonely, in December rain
Lack tears,slowly lost his fears,and surely he refused the pain
Drifted in and he drifted out of reality throughout his days
No dad here to raise this lad, he slowly learned that crime could pay
A decade of the devil's deeds, the boy fell into better things
A beauty arose from the Memphis streets just as smooth as a raven's wing
A year later his heart has thawed and grown
Due to a new formed bond and a family to call his own
But still the rebel resides in the soul of this beaten lad
He often looks back on the past and the love that he never had
Regret,guilt,pentance, hostility often wander about his mind
Towards the love of a father figure he tried so hard to find
Twelve years will never fade though days, they come and go
As he goes he views strangers as friends, and friends as bitter foes
But shall his name be forever etched into the memories of those he's known
Set his body in the Bastards' Throne, pay your respects then leave him alone