DAD PSYCHOLOGY

Damn.

Stop chasing, the rapist of your life. Pleasure that has you sitting up late nights, rocking on the edge. Reaching to shut off your lights.

Refusing to look at the life's you shattered. All the beauty you made ugly. Because fuck faces are satisfying as rubbing a horrible wound while its healing.

What am I saying?

More money and more bitches. Everybody’s addiction. The only truth you can't deny. Like a man’s love adjusting and aging with his children. Growing strong as a tantrum, as they weaken from their first crush. Trying to break the bond before they get fucked.

He thinks?

What if I lose my daughter to my idea of perfection? Men reject their sons for less. Because our dreams were excused after we decided to let go. Then we pass as the ass. Shitting on everyone. 

For no good reason. Just old, useless beliefs. But I get to use them to use somebody. I'm guilty but not responsible. Damn, I'm where they get it from.