An outcast in my family, before I met my father, I only knew half of myself. |
Don't let me lose this moment, it's creative and it's art to this family I belong, why don't I play the part what I know is what I love, my music and my color everything it represents, we'd share with one another sperm-donor was the part he played, but now he is my dad? I couldn't help but wonder though the life I would have had. he was depressed...okay...I won't argue with that but didn't he ever wonder what would come of his little brat? I didn't miss him much though, because I never knew that his only excuse for not being there was that he was feeling blue If I had known his alcohol and his depression was that bad.... I would have said..."who gives a fuck, where the hellz my dad?" instead I was stuck, alone in my brain feeling like a mutt inside, going all insane not knowing why I am this way, not knowing who I am thinking all along that I didn't need a man I had a mother who was there through the good times and the bad but "who's your daddy?" they would ask, response was "me...a dad!?" interests, features, family history all of those things were so brand new to me so all of my life I felt I had to hide who I really was like art isn't prestigeous, and I shouldn't catch a buzz now I know the reason why I am like this today it's my genetic make-up yall and it wont go away it's out of my system though, I know who I am I know who I love, I know where I stand I know that from now on I won't have to wonder I'll be greatful that I was brought up by my mother a single mom. busted her ass, to bring her kids up right roof over my head, kept me fed, prayers every night There's always going to be, a critic in the crowd but I don't care what people say, I stand strong and I stand proud I love the person I am inside, so does he because Until I meet the one above, I'll never be judged |