They say he's just to young,
he doesn't yet understand...

I use to see him twice a month,
then he stopped showing up...

I had plans on being a somebody
but each time I turn around another hand pushes me...

They told me he's a good man,
And he's very proud of me...

I never really knew my dad
he was a reserved man...

He smiles when I brush my teeth,
and battle with my hair...

The look on his face was priceless
when I finally walked away...

He walked away once again,
That same look upon his face...

I don't recall the words he said,
Or the look upon his face...

Mama's boy he is no more,
As he leads his men into the core...

There's a man on my street who lives all alone,
he's rarely outside and his shades are always...

My name is just a memory
One you'll soon forget...