Young Love

I'm old for my young age
Quick to consider  
In control of my rage      
I was told only once that the grass was greener
Preached life.. An old deceiver  
But how do u trust a father  
Who speaks with his hands  
 
I'm gonna put hands on you  
Till u have a reason to cry
When I pick u up better not bend your knees
Or UR gonna be picking up teeth
I'm mad from work and I'll take it out on you
You look confused  
Like you don't know why I'm yelling at u
Give me three more beers
I forget why it is that your bruised
Why are you damaged  
How do I keep you brothers  
From turning out like you
 
His hands were quick and straight to the point  
Ruled by women but never struck
They could feel his hate  
From women to kids  
Don't look him wrong
Or anger will show a face  
They could but I can take it
I stood myself up
Asked you for more  
You'll remember me
And the last day you hit me