Me and my father never really spoke that much
I hardly saw him when I was young, yes I admit that sucks
Every once in a while he would give us a twenty
As a young kid, yeah I always loved that money
How long does twenty dollars last when the store's so close
I was four when he left that's what I hated the most
I look exactly like him everything is a match
So when I look in the mirror the memories are attached
Over the years as we got older, my little brother and I
We been through numerous situations and was always wondering why
Why we were in those situations and our father wasn't there
Was it because you drank alot and you just didn't care?
Whatever the reasons were I'm pretty much passed that now
I still love you till no end and you're probably wondering how
I respect that you're my father I'm not carrying the hate
You carried enough for yourself all of the way to that Gate
The crazy thing is before you passed we had a talk at your house
You just had an operation, you were taking pills I couldnt pronounce
I sat for about three hours that was the longest we spoke
After I walked out of your house that was all she wrote
Two weeks later I get a call saying that you passed away
Were you waiting for me to come so we could have that talk?
I ask because now on top of the clouds is where you now walk.
"I Love You Pops"
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