Father Figure

you is just a piece of shit  
comin home from the rigs, rollin up a zig on your new harley while you starvin both your kids  
 
we dont deserve to eat,  
but you deserve to cheat, beat your wife and just lay around and sleep  
 
fuck you and your anger,  
i remember you and mom you yousta strangle her  
 
just who the fuck you think you are?  
walk around like you really without flaw, but i was born mad; unsure if your my dad; we dont look or act the same, naw. im driven crazy everyday from the memories that scar call it premeditated self defense if not than fuck you AND fuck the law  
 
now how many years later and im man enough to let you sleep on my floor  
you is just an old homeless bum money grubbin scum bag would be on the rigs pushin chore  
 
come and knockin all politely at my door  
take your niceties and shove it  
you just crossed the line, dont make me toss my nine i just gave the floss and shine.  
oh well then... i guess tonight i go to war.  
fuck it.