Wack ass dad, why are you mad?
Wack ass dad, why are you sad?
You’re not fooling anyone, only pretending to be glad.
Wack ass dad, who..hurt..you?
Because hurting everyone else isn’t really cool.
Have you always been this way?
Did it start at home or in school?
Wack ass dad, get out of the house
Wack ass dad, divorced again? From your spouse?
Always repeating the same routines.
Stuck in your ways...
don’t know what it’s like not to be mean.
I guess you never really had a shoulder to lean on
Abusive dad and angry, battered mom
Traum, traum, traum goes the trauma
Constantly creating never-ending drama
Generational curses
always writing their verses
Wack ass dad, will you ever change?
Probably not, seems like there’s just too much pain
Everyone becomes estranged, estranged
because no one wants to deal with your unhealthy energy exchange.
Wack ass dad at it again?
Broken record playing, the cycle never ends
Amends to make
What will it take?
To finally own up
To all of your mistakes.
Being wack is never fun
When is it time to say "I’m finally done
Being the one who will always run run run
Away"?
Into your delusions
Head contusions
Clouding reality
Can never see clearly
Holding nothing dearly
Barely yourself fear keeps
Creeping in
Stealing every ounce of joy
Still a little wounded boy
Abandoned playing with your toy
Staying quiet don’t want to annoy your own wack-ass
dad
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