Father drives a stage coach
always carries a gun
Son's a driven 'Sage Coach'
shoots for motivation
Like father, like son
No
Like son, like father
That is how I wish to be remembered
I wish to be remembered
Not for who I was
But for who I became
In honor of my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for being a good father
But for who I raised
To be a good son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the love I gave
But for the blessing
Of love given by my son
I wish to be remembered
Not for the times I laughed
But for the moments
My son laughed with me
I wish to be remembered
Not for when I smiled
But for the difficult days
When my son still smiled
I wish to be remembered
Not for all the good times
But for the bad ones
When my son made them better
Most of all
I wish to be remembered
For raising a man
Who I proudly call my son
Looking at my son, is like looking in the mirror
With his outlook on stuff it couldn't be clearer
His taste in women
Rival daddy's, a given
As well craving brussel sprouts and passion for caterpillars
Thousands of abandoned cats and dogs ? Running wild in the streets of her Detroit
Slums as ghettos with endless lines, shattered lives redundant this verse it's hearse
Their rich whom rule the world ? His bride Frankenstein these, offspring be hades ?
Godless orphans one might believe; whom cannot see, past the flames they exhale
Breathe and nefarious ways; his ram with multi-national corporations lifting horns..
Covered of tears as innocent blood Alpha's, children ? Still trying to justify, your evil.
Your hair. Your eyes. Your last name.
What else did I get of yours father?
Your temper?
No that's mothers, it's obvious.
Your love of music?
We'll never know.
Your love of motorcycles?
Well I'm not quite there yet.
Your hate of caring for small children?
Yes, yes I got that father.
Did it hurt you to say “give it up”?
Because it hurt me to know
I would do exactly the same.
Am I like you father?
Why yes, yes I am.
01 March 2011
Just Like Father
For every single day, you’ve watched me
Remember how’d I express my thoughts
My feelings you would express as yours
Daily routine, together we stumbled to practice
In your humming, I fondly put words and we sing
In your asking, I become a learner and perceiver
In being inquisitive, I should rationalize
To prove certain things, you would not understand by now
We go on the same haircut as always the crew cut
We paired off dresses in every outdoor moment
Have the same craving for foods and things to do
Like a spider web, hanging out, interweaving close ties
“Just like Father,” words come out from your lips
I am proud to hear this coming from you
“Just like Father,” means you want to be like me
You are my son and only true admirer
I wish I could give you the best of me
You are my little hero
Wakes me up, when I fell into an uneasy sleep
You are my little angel
Guard me through the walk in the darkest pathway
You’re my son and only true resemblance
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