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Father
You call me your son but a son has a father
You choose the tv over me
What the fuck was wrong with me
I did everything i was supposed to and more
But i felt fist everytime you walked through my bedroom door
What the fuck for
How did i make you break that bottel
How did i get fucked up when your pills i never swollowed
I was just a kid
How did i deserve what you put me through
And you wonder why the fuck i hate you
Look at my baby pictures
You see my fucking eyes
There to fucking swollen and i was a lie
I made it like that
I made you beat me
But are you sure it wasnt the pills or the Jack
I swear on my fucking grave i will never forget about that
Im now up on my 19 birthday
I still remember the words you used to say
You will never be anything son
Your stupid ass is to dumb
Your just like your fucking mother
Well its my turn mother fucker
Now im getting older
My actions are getting bolder
You can no longer throw me over your sholder
Now im coming home drunk
Beating the shit out of you like a fucking punk
You made me you created me
So fucked up now i cant see
Only thing that clames me down is seeing you bleed
You see that fucking bottel give it here
Beg me old man to let you stay here
This is the son you wanted you should be proud
I grew up to be just like you
