Hook:
coulda broke, but the pain i can choke down
i’ve been a man since your hold on my throat crowned
should I fold, hold my own or make a joke now?
i was a boy, now my joy is a ghost town

can I show love once for a little bit?
sit back kids and watch, i’ma lose my shit
no grace, all hate, I’m a man now
i’m a dad now, how can i back down?



5 star immigrant, genocidal, little bit,
the land is super cheap when our humanity has been evinced, in this experiment, the destiny is manifest,
saddest shit, grandpa didn’t cause it but he benefits,

he fucking got it lit, working to the fucking bone,
so never condescend or talk to him with all that tone,
he walks a little low and kinda drags the foot,
he tried to birth a calf and all he did is what it took,

the act is usually nothing, but this time it was hell,
he grabbed the legs and gave a tug and in the mud he fell,
he kinda slid a bit up under, the mother’s fucking udder,
and when it took a seat it cracked his shin and made him shudder

he fucking went off, through the door, who left it open?
bitching bout the bills, pissed as hell now his pride showing,
this guy is old timin’, ripped jeans and high motive
licks come quick, bitch don’t you ever try to slow him

he found timmy in the backyard, hold up,
out the back door, old man, rolled up,
cross the grass, he cut a path like moses
and beat that ass, the roughest man to post up

Hook

you gotta beat your kids, you gotta show em god
you walk the path of righteousness, and they aint worked at all,
you teach them sons of bitches what it cost to be the boss,
you run the risk of them all failing if you keep em soft

he’s leaving for the morning now and timmy got his pad
he likes to sketch the comics, never wanna show his dad
cuz when he off the farm, lose himself in imagery
and when he hears the ringing bell it brings him misery

when he walks home, he hopes that his dad aint there,
it’s been a long road, and all he does is cause despair
he’ll take that leather belt and wrap it round his fucking neck
he’ll teach that motherfucker what it means to earn respect

he tippy toes around, he tries to fade away,
he watches everything he does and still it stays the same,
he is a piece of shit, he must deserve the licks
cuz after all, how could his father keep on doing this


timmy’s all grown now fell in love and had a kid,
tried to raise it best he knew, even though it wasn’t his
never really had a model all the beatings that he had
made him only know that he would treat him better than his dad

so when shit was bad, he never raised a fist,
he broke the cycle, cuz he knew just how that pain exists
but all the trauama made it hard for him to show his love
emotes all anger and his discippline is hard to top

and when i see the bouts of anger I am looking back
and the anxiety i know he must have also had
and now i know he didn’t hate me he just fetl the same
way that I do but he just didn’t know to keep it tamed

so i am trying to do what he did for me, now for mine
just wish i understood, back in my youth, i’d maybe try
to make the drama not be such a shadow, no more hurt,
i love you dad, and thanks for all you did to make it work