Ocean of Thoughts

My Rap

This life was not an option
I didn't get to pick and choose
And I've lost you

I can't get a grip on life
Maybe if I just picked up the knife
End my life on a faithful night

I didn't choose to have a dead beat dad
All the yelling and the cussing made me sad
And dad if you're listening know that I am mad

Where'd you go in this mess called life
I've got trust issues I don't trust my own friends
Maybe this is where my story should end

But I'll stay for another day
Just to see how it'll play
See what everyone will say

Maybe if you were perfect
And we had a house on the hill
I wouldn't be stuck with these cards, this deal

But I have what I have
And I don't have you
Maybe if you knew

I was depressed
I want to regress
Be a child and let it all go

What you don't know
Is I saw you with your new family
The ones you'll raise

But I feel kinda bad
Kinda sad
That they're stuck with you for a dead beat dad

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A rap I wrote about my Father.

It's short. Really short. I never plan to rap it.

Mostly because I can't rap.

Well I guess I sort of can. I can rap most of Lecrae's songs and some of NF's.

But I don't want you guys to know what I sound like, or the way I spit my rhymes.

I don't want to post it to YouTube.

Maybe one day I will.