Like Father, Like Son.
Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 11:48 am
He comes home to his drunken father, asks him to pass him the onions but he's pointing at grapes
And he knows that he'll be the same with the acquired traits, every night asking God "What's with the hate?"
But God doesn't answer, and he loses the faith
He defies the existence but despite his resistance, he still looks above in an attempt to find assistance
After futile attempts, he turns to the bottle, enjoys it so much, he thinks of the throttle
The ideas of killing himself seem distant from the boy he once was but this would be an impact that would leave people abuzz
After downing the 26, he stumbles out of his room, all his thoughts being transformed due to what he consumed
Thinking of the rope, the noose, the brand new .22
Went to the closet, but it wasn't there, a shot went off, he got a scare
Rushed to his fathers room, who was laid there
The deafening silence was worse than any burn he's ever tasted or any night as a kid, coming home to see his father wasted
In a shaking motion, he raised the gun which was dripping of blood
And as they say; Like Father, Like Son.
And he knows that he'll be the same with the acquired traits, every night asking God "What's with the hate?"
But God doesn't answer, and he loses the faith
He defies the existence but despite his resistance, he still looks above in an attempt to find assistance
After futile attempts, he turns to the bottle, enjoys it so much, he thinks of the throttle
The ideas of killing himself seem distant from the boy he once was but this would be an impact that would leave people abuzz
After downing the 26, he stumbles out of his room, all his thoughts being transformed due to what he consumed
Thinking of the rope, the noose, the brand new .22
Went to the closet, but it wasn't there, a shot went off, he got a scare
Rushed to his fathers room, who was laid there
The deafening silence was worse than any burn he's ever tasted or any night as a kid, coming home to see his father wasted
In a shaking motion, he raised the gun which was dripping of blood
And as they say; Like Father, Like Son.