It Is What It Is

I keep trying to push you away, but its like you refuse to let me I wish that I could disappear and you would just forget me You know...like I never existed Wish I could block you like a call that's restricted And I love my son, but I wish he wasn't yours Your anger and violence flows from his pores And I am so terrified that he Will grow up to raise his hands at me It really is a sad situation Having to beg you to be a father to your son And now I'm just angry and fed up At times, its so hard for me to keep my head up I just feel so ashamed Guilty for all the times I allowed you to call me out my name Embarrassed from all the bruises and scars Prayin and cryin for a better tomorrow But I guess it is what it is I just hate that it all had to come to this