Like Father Like Son

I can’t tell you the key to success.

But I can prepare you for this life, and the amount of stress.

Son my heart has so much dirt on it, it’s been through every test.

I close my eyes and see every victim I laid down to rest.

He switched sides so a bullet was caved into his chest.

He danced with the Devil, same with all the rest.

Son, I’m sorry but I had to put him down to sleep.

Talked to the Devil and made a deal, gave him his soul to keep.

Be careful who you trust, you’re only sowing what you reap.

Prepare your knife because one day karma will force the truth to speak.

Be prepared to throw bodies in the bloody creek.

Tell them that “survival isn’t meant for the lost and weak”

Pay your respects at the funeral in less than a week.

Blend in with the prey, allow half a tear to leak.

Be prepare for life to get darker and more bleak.

Monsters will go from sleeping under your bed, to sleeping in your head.

You go from hunting game together, to having the target on your head.

Got nobody to hold the rope when you’re down to your last thread.

The ones you lay your life down for, are the ones that want you dead.

Eyes lifeless, his blood soaking the bed.

Stared into my eyes until he realized he was dead.

Pray to God as his eyes roll back into his head.

Son this is how a man like me is bred.

Son, understand that people hate what they can’t understand.

Stuck in hell because they continue to shake the Devil’s hand.

They turn their backs until they need your help in that dreaded land.

They’re all two faced, turn from real to fake on command.

Loyalty dies for 2 and a half grand.

But tables turn when you play for the wrong band.

I love listening to lies when I know the truth.

Lying through their teeth so much they cracked a tooth.

Deception skinned me when I was young, took my sobered youth.

Experiences from then to now made me so uncouth.

Not everyone likes me, but not everyone matters.

Your mother stomped my heart in the face until it shattered.

See the cuts beneath the scars, my soul is bruised and battered.

Son it’s crazy how the world chose me, I’m so flattered.

My biggest fear is that you’re gonna grow up and be just like me.

I hope not because I hoped in prayer that something would change in me.

But it didn’t and I’m stuck, this demon chained in me.

A better man than your father son, is what you should aim to be.

Nothing about my life is danger free.

But the pain that comes with it shows just how beautiful danger can be.