I’m at the end of the world and i stare into the abyss
look back wipe a tear from my eye and reminisce
about the times that i had
could have been better.
maybe have my now write my then a thank you letter
cause i think about my daughter how she’ll never know her dad
i gaze upon my shoes and see the pair my father had
should i be mad maybe sad nah i should be glad
if i was in her life it be worse then the one she had
cheating on my wife was my new nine to five
gave the clap so many times applause fills my mind
I’m a king on his throne in reality i’m a drone
if home is where the heart is than i truly am alone
you want to know a man walk a mile in his shoes
don’t be so quick to pass judgement on the path that he choose
this is my story and the author is you
so where’s my happy ending cause it’s long overdue
I'm tired of this life constantly burdened by strife
eternally joined to me like husband and wife
i am the alpha omega beginning and the end
as death hand approaches let the second act begin.

the trials and tribulation that we’re facing as a nation got us praying for a savior
cause the end is what we’re facing of a good time, it was a good ride while it lasted,
cannon fodder in the wind is what we are i hope that i last it.

our lives
have led us to this
feeling so simple
mimic me
so why
with feelings like these
do we feel so simple
mimic me

see i ain’t nothing like you but similar in the physical form
but what i brewed up aint ya typical storm
you turned ya back cause ya wanna
i refuse to do the same thang
rather spend my life in the chain gang
turn my back on my daughter
cause of probs wit her momma
what kinda weak man is that no father to keonna
that’s garbage an im finna toss it
cause me not being the is considered a loss
it’s bout to get real hard like brick wall
steel laced driveways
cause no dad should get stalled until they die away
and when they fly away look down see what you raised
so when she look up it won’t be sideways
cause kids nowadays boy they need that guidance
without that they bad and will sneak and lie quick
cause that’s what i did
gave my mom so much stress without a man
i didn’t get my hyde kicked
i should’ve though
thrown in motion put on the spot
forced to be a man without being raised by a pop
but all debatin can stop dawg i does mine
slick as the beat rise of saturn the heat
paul on the drumline....

installed in my brain thoughts of failure
that i get from you
but i will never ever let em come true
i see you
in the mirror
but can’t let cha get to me
it’s no way in hell that i will ever let you mimic me