Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weakened Dad, artist - King Iso.
Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Song language: English
Weakened Dad |
You know I never met my father growing up |
And I was introduced to sex young |
I mean being molested and shit like that |
So like I’ve always been an angry, lustful being |
And I’m still dealing with mistakes that I’ve made to this day |
But I’m working |
It took two to make you |
But listen that ain’t even half |
Depend on me to raise you |
I’d do it with the weakest back |
My strength will not forsake you |
For your sake I must lead a path at times I felt unable |
I came to stand, I needed that |
I tracked the streets of fatherhood |
They put me on and beat me bad and I rep this game proudly |
I’m holding you, don’t need a rag, son I’m in this turf daily |
The doctors know I’m King, not mad, my speech is to inspire you |
Until I die and free at last |
But now I’m in this trap |
To me it seems my being has |
I know that’s your mama |
That sentence I’ll just leave at that |
I feel like I’m in Hell, son |
Do I deserve to be like that? |
Or maybe I can rise like a phoenix |
Son Steven Nash because this court is different |
There’s no ball for me to pass, my time with you is split |
But listen that ain’t even half |
This pain that I feel it’s |
Ironic I feel weakened |
Dad is losing all his strength |
And then you said |
See you this weekend, dad |
Because nobody taught me how to be a man |
Yeah, yeah |
My stepfather did all that he can |
Yeah, yeah |
Ain’t seen my dad before, for you’s a different plan |
Yeah, yeah |
To be as present as the gift of life at hand |
'Cause I’m hurting |
I’m bleeding |
I feel weakened |
'Til the weekend |
Your mother has you more than me |
And that’s lucky for she to have |
Different like a sorority |
But common goals to be in frats |
Man where are my authorities? |
With paperwork I need to grab |
The public be ignoring me |
Like they don’t even see your dad |
I know that this get deep |
So sink or swim, who needs a class? |
Ironic how the deep end depends on if we even splash |
I’m drowning out the screams |
My brain relives a scenic past |
The system stems from separating seeds like when the weed is trash |
I tend to CBD’s |
Joint custody we think we have |
Wipe my tears with my forearm |
You probably think you’ve seen me dab |
But you’re my biggest drug |
One actually that I need to have |
Without you I will relapse |
Son I know I may seem detached just know your dad is working |
I punch the clock with even jabs until my hands are hurting |
My arms give out and fingers snap |
The pain I feel is certain |
Ironic I feel weakened |
Dad is losing all his strength |
And then you said |
See you this weekend, dad |
Because nobody taught me how to be a man |
Yeah, yeah |
My stepfather did all that he can |
Yeah, yeah |
Ain’t seen my dad before, for you’s a different plan |
Yeah, yeah |
To be as present as the gift of life at hand |
'Cause I’m hurting |
I’m bleeding |
I feel weakened |
'Til the weekend |
Son I had to bring it back |
Like when you go get a refund or receipt attached |
This life you can’t reenact |
My thumb on this note I forever will be a tack |
They poking my finger, Jack |
This bag can’t aid me, where are my singers at? |
That mean that I bleed for that |
I need space for these bars, let me drink and don’t keep a tab |
Still got love for your mama when she be mad |
Maybe we just did things too fast |
We were speeding towards an uneven path |
And like sleeping, indeed we crashed |
Z-Z-Z how we swerving and we just dashed |
Catch a pillow for money and leave a bag |
But if fly is the Chief and is growing like me |
I have a cocoon wrapped around me the size of a sleeping bag |
I learned that I cheat to pass |
The hurt from what I cannot receive, repeat it back |
Was elementary to senior grads |
I ain’t even grasp |
That ain’t even class |
To treat it like that where my evil ass |
But every time I loved, they cheated back |
So when I think of love, I think of that |
I just do it to cope like a fiend with crack |
I don’t know how to love even me in fact |
But when I look at you, it don’t seem so bad |
Could it be you’re so pure and I needed that? |
Hold up, could it be since a youth, we were bad? |
And think not once have I seen my dad |
So I grew up confused and just being mad |
And abused the views and people sad |
Then you called and you said |
It’s the weekend, dad |