My hate goes to the mentor I never had.
I have the pleasure of calling you dad.
I can't take the good with the bad now,
Since the bad buries me in your shadow.
You aren't mature enough to have a son,
A daughter, or a wife when you act one.
Putting food on the table matters not.
As long as you have a fresh bag of pot.
Is marijuana all your life is about?
If you have priorities, I have doubts.
You lose jobs all to smoke a joint,
Don't I have some kind of valid point?
You think a concert or two is a reward.
It can never erase hate I have stored.
No matter much you dislike each other,
I'm confident I'm loved by my mother.
Would it hurt you to speak the truth?
You fucked up and have no more to lose.
How do you call yourself a good parent?
If all of your lies are so transparent.
You are a legend only in your own mind.
Ever since reality left you far behind.
Thank you for being a role model to me,
You taught me what I never want to be.
Other then people you brought to tears,
What can you show for forty-five years?
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