| Daddy I think I love you cause I hate you so much that I must love you
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| I put mommy above you
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| cause she played her position and loved me unconditionally like you never have
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| I wasn’t that bad I wasn’t no Damien child the only way I could have been is
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| cause you birth me
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| Hurt me scarred me so deeply I have trouble committing to any man cause I think
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| he’s gonna leave me Like you left me and mommy every birthday to see you would
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| make me so happy
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| One day in the year and you couldn’t come check me to busy to come check me
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| The way you affect me I’m constantly fighting to not affect me
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| I thought it was cool it didn’t bother me I only realise like last week
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| I was talking to Shorts about slush puppies he mentioned my father and were was
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| he
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| Subconsciously my head tilted like a lover that’s been jilted
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| I speak painfully whenever I think of you my eyes start to squint whenever I
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| vision you
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| Like the visions I see are visions of evil
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| But still I could be wrong in my visions of what your like
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| But I can’t really remember what you look like
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| I am daddies little girl
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| That makes me tough
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| He never held my hand
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| I am daddies little girl
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| That makes me tough
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| I hope you can understand
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| Have you never considered your old age flipping through the papers for the
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| racing page
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| Looking at pennies to put a bet up in the bookies
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| Looking at women but too old for the nookie
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| Can’t get a cookie out of any cookie jar your spars them pass on long time star
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| Wish you could spar with the spar them ca white rum by yourself it just cant
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| get you charged
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| Looked upon by youths who pass you and barge like old man move these
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| premonitions I give to you
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| Without any charge that’s free old boy like a hug from you old boy
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| Like a kiss any the cheek saying how was school old boy or happy birthday me
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| old boy
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| But still you’re an old boy grey hair fill your head like an old man
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| When your hands them a shake who’s gonna hold your hand
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| I guess it will be one of my eight siblings yea eight six different mothers
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| straight
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| I didn’t grow with them I hardly know them my flesh and my blood to me that’s
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| heart breaking
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| I wanna link them I hope they patience and ovastanding
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| To know when I’m standing face to face with them I feel abandoned
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| I see my father in the eyes and I just can’t stand him |