Dad

And this is a half-done piece I did few days back. Hopefully I will finish at least one rap.


When one's pride reaches a new low,
Trust me a new him will unfold.
The things they said they wouldn't do,
Would only be things that had to be undo.
Undo it or undone, it doesn't matter cos I'm done


For when I get my ass kicked, in the grave I'll flip.
Spiritual revenge, is only what will be best.
I have no physical impact, when my body's put to rest.
The news flash past my life's best, friends and families faces messed.
I take one last look, before the grim reaper take what it could.
One familiar face missing, how could he miss this grand finishing.
My empty heart now vanishing, for the scene I'm witnessing.
The bold figure couldn't be seen, I guess I'll be leaving.
But wait I see this lonely figure.
At the corner, talking to the coroner.
Looking as serious as ever, I guess he must be sober.
He wasn't shedding no tear, not even wimping a little.
I guess he's still as strong as ever, his age belittle.
He must be after those guys, those fucking little bastards.
But I don't want him to risk his life, because mine is already gone.
I want him to live, forever to protect whose lives I failed to prolong.


When one's pride reaches a new low,
Trust me a new him will unfold.
Things he swore he wouldn't do,
Now so inevitable and a must-do.
He touches the dark path,
Full of danger and filled with wrath.