Your Reality

You go around acting like a man, pounding

your chest as a gorilla does. You do this when you

know, you’re no longer in control.

You come home be playing the “head” of the house.

What’s the point of playing dad now? I’m almost out the

door, but here you go tryin’ to regain the lost years

Well guess what, it’s pointless now. Your head is in some

other reality; it’s hard to snap you back into this reality

Oh great here we go again, you open your mouth and all

that comes out is, “Obey me, honor me, respect me---

blah, blah, blah, blah” Ha! You want respect?Oh please

once you’re dead you’ll get all the respect you require.

Better yet dad, for thirteen years I kept my peace, bit my tongue

as you spat on me. It’s ok to say out loud, you’ve provoked me now.

Tired of your hypocrital bullshit, it’s no wonder I’m still debating

on weather or not to change my last name.

This economy is so fucked up, if not I would of packed up and left

the night my diploma hit my hand.

You stand tall play the fool, but inside your cowering, bowing

down in fear, praying and hoping I won’t end up like you.

No need to worry about that now.

Go ahead keep preaching, saying I’m useless, that if it weren’t for moms

I’d be dead by now. I’m far from gone, and I’m not done with you yet.

Yeah it’s true your blood flows through me, but that can be easily tainted.

I’ve begun to put my trust on complete strangers.

At least they aint two faced as you.

Running your mouth saying, proclaiming you want

better for me—yet in reality you push me to do what you

wish you could’ve of set out to do.

I’m tired of pleasing you; I have no choice but to succeed.

Here we are now, only you and me, pops.

You see me now; ask what’s gotten into me now?

Well don’t you remember how you Fucked me over?

No, let me reminded you then, but for now don’t come up

here saying you know me, after thirteen years you barely

know your own daughter.

Don’t need you now, wish you would just leave me now.