these are just lyrics
What is a man, who lays a hand on his lover, and calls it tough love, tough love
What is a man, who can't take a stand for his daughter, and calls it tough love, tough love
Your roots grow in the cracks of the alleys, college park made you
Man enough to see, man enough to see, there ain't a goddamn man in me
You promised you would never become,
A storm a blackout replicating the one
The thunder inside him became your life
And you called him your best friend 'til the day you were nine
Hotel rooms, Bourbon and Bronx, a drifter living life without God
You've done it now, you planted a seed. Now the storm inside you–it swallows her
