The Old Man

The Old Man

The money
with your
Dad

You a
little boy

Wanna fly
and high

The kennel
too strong

You cant
throw away
the yoke

The lust
of young
pretty girls

With short
skirts

In convertibles
& fast cars

Your teen
gone to
the blood
n sweat

In the
big machine

You roam
the world

With a
zen like
man in
you

Runnin away
from money
& all the
lust of
boyhood

Back to
the old
man

A day
comes

You out
of money

Spill out
the anger

He can’t
take it
no more

Walks to
the graveyard
all alone

You left
in the
shame

With piles
of money
around

You try
to move
with the
bundles

It’s no
use

Your heart
weeps

You want
your old
man back

In your
life

To no
avail

You end
up with
your wrist
cut one
day

The rest
all history

Caution: This might be all theory

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