Dad Story(My Father and his Problem)

by The Nameless Poet   Sep 4, 2006


How do I escape, I'm hell bound/
Quit drinking for a while but then I fell down/Family was stressing me music wasn't going well/My son's acting up, he makes my life feel like hell/
My dad is not my real father, that's what the DNA said/And they all new it too why they make me look so stupid/
And now look what happened I'm drinking everyday/Leaving my kids at home all alone missing school everyday/But I don't care I need to drink I'm getting the shakes/Just one more sip I promise really I mean I can't live without the taste/I need alcohol I was in the military as a teen/
Haunted by my days in foster care recollect the scenes/So many horrible times and now my kids have to go threw it/All because I won't except help from no one, cause I can do it/I can help myself; I'm not a goddamn baby/I'm a grown man, I'll overcome this, yea right I think I'm going crazy/
Talking to myself plus I haven't stopped drinking or showered in weeks/
I wonder how my kids are doing I don't know I'll be back in a week/ There responsible kids they can grow up quick/I know there only 8 and 16 years of age but they can handle this shit/It's nothing, hmmmm I wonder how my children are getting to school/
They will find away I know they will they always do/There's lots of food at the house they won't go hungry/They got clean clothes and heat in the house if not they got the money/
To go and pay the bills and keep the house clean while I'm gone/Things could be like this forever I know it will make them real strong/I'm laughing at my reflection my hair is like standing straight up/My eyes are blood shot my face needs to be shaved I'm fed up/But I can't quit now, and my kids are going to foster care/What the hell is this what I do this is not fair/I was a good dad I never left them at home alone/Okay for like 3 days and I always called them up on the phone/been 6 weeks and I'm in the courts my game plan is to lie/I know I can fool these retards I'll have my kids by July/And right now it's June 27 I know they want to come home/I'm not going to quit drinking but that's what the court don't know/3 weeks later, what's wrong why are my kids not back at the house/My oldest when back to live with his mom in Saskatchewan he ran out/My youngest wants to go with his mom to but no she's abusive/Well I know she's not but I just say that cause I don't want her to have my youngest/I'll quit one day, and I will have my kids back in the house/Until then I'm going to finish off the rest of this 40 ounce/

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