Deaddy's Day-Off
Adrian Eje
Father, father, father help us
Send us some guidance from above
Coz people got me got me questionin’
Where is my dad?
Come and see the look in my eyes
Filled with emotions that I’m trying to hide
You’re too far to realize what’s inside
My mind, my heart, I was left, that’s right
The sands of time pour down the ocean
Are you done listening to your medley of Pearl Jam?
Coz I’m singing, can you pay attention
A lil out out of tune but it won’t break your eardrums
But don’t worry we got some sort of harmony
We’re good,me and my siblings, yes we’re three
Two, one, back up to three til 25
Yes, I learned how to count without you by my side
I’m not sure though how to write my name correctly
My last name, should I use yours or mommy’s?
I’m pretty wise, I got straight A’s on my card
I realized, living without a father ain’t that hard
Father, father, father help us
Send us some guidance from above
Coz people got me got me questionin’
Where is my dad?
Hey dad, last night, I was list’ning to Luther
He said he wants another dance with his father
I wonder, can I dance with my mother instead?
Coz she told me last time, my father is dead
But I guess she was just joking
Coz I know you’re alive, kicking and breathing
Too bad, I never got to meet you
My only proof was your faded picture
Mommy kept it, locked in the drawer
Black and white, yeah, you deserve no color
Oh, someone whispered she loves you
Not my mom you fool, it’s your wife anew
Don’t worry dad, I’d take care of myself
I’ll make sure we survive; we don’t need your help
I’d reach my dreams without your guidance
If you don’t care about us then we don’t give a damn
See, I was god’s mystery when you first met me
I was the solid foundation of a broken family
A joy to everyone, a misery to many
I didn’t choose this, it was not supposed to be
Like this, you should’ve been responsible enough
For an immature like you, manning up is really tough
And I’m sure your father will be proud of you
If only you could tell him you’re gonna be a dad too
When you’re with the homeboys they think you are the man
But look at yourself dad, you don’t even know how to plan
Your life, plus mom’s plus mine, so please stop pretending
And frontin like got everything, you ain’t the king
Severing mom’s heart so badly, for the last time man
Stop acting like a child and grow up unlike the pan
Coz you don’t have the lost boys with you now
You’re more like a pirate with a shaved eyebrow
The reality is tough and I know its very rough
To keep you from your sickness like a little dry cough
So enough, I’m cutting this piece really quick
I just wish you all the best, I know you always thought you’re slick
Father, father, father help us
Send us some guidance from above
Coz people got me got me questionin’
Where is my dad? Where is my dad?
Where is my dad? He's dead, he's dead..
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