Pops Track

a quiet man he was,
once he was done with all the fuss
in the end he was my pops
but that’s just where it stopped
at times he wasn’t there at all
him and his pal, the bottle, staring at the wall
his mind set on my brother

now I wasn’t in his head,
but I know all ‘bout how sadness, coupled with a little guilt, can spread
shit went astray,
left him stuck in his maze,
a close companion
stranded but a thousand miles away

gave a knock, nobody home
but the door was left wide open
as to say come right on in in
but don’t expect a friend
must’ve been hard
having had them five kids with those two wives
left him with a manic smile
a heart of stone
a brain half senile

just went along trying to feel forever young
but his cells decided they would prove him wrong,
that they’d be going down in the this here storm
he went out in shit and piss, in the same way he was born
the same way we was born

life was no fun
after he’d done let go too much
just letting things take turn
‘till there wasn’t pride left as such

been in jail for a fortnight
duties out of sight
cause he was the kind of guy
to smuggle dope in stolen rides

now that shit ain’t nice
motherfucker didn’t even blink twice
intelligence appearantly was just another way to get you by

it’s crazy just how fucking crazy you can get
it’s just crazy seeing folks melt
instead of them just buckle up their belt

sure as hell hope this ain’t a bad thing,
not trying to feel sorry and shit, just let them bells ring
yanked myself up by the wig to deal with the strain
turned my face up to the sky, mix my tears with the rain

the apple sure don’t fall far from the tree
but good pops don’t make good sons
also the other way around it be
me be just like you, and you be just like me
but the gap will still be yawning when we sleep, pops

I’ve loved you as much as any son ever did,
but the flaws were just to great
I detest the lack of gritt
turned all the love you had to hate

but had I been in your place,
might have done the same