Looking back on my life, pain, complexity, with Dad.
lyrics
[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
[Verse 1]
The stress of opening back up the past
They say it's complicated, that term will never be outdated
If it was a race, I would crash and come in last
Tryin to run away from it, the guilt that left me devastated, see
See my father was a smart man, charismatic
Everyone in the town knew him, I was proud about it
I used to stay up with him, late, forgot about it
He chain smoke, while we drank coke, shouldn't a done it
But at the time when you're a kid it's all normal
Like hearin Mom,, tell me things about him that were horrible
He went to work sometimes, sometimes he didn't
My mom got child support, 'cept when she didn't
She was so stressed at the time, yelling at me
Dad, cool and calm, I liked him always happy
Tackle football in the yard, we'd wrestle on the ground
Two peas in a pod, jeez, I really miss him now
[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
[Verse 2]
So what's the song about, it sounds like pleasant reminiscing
Well, at 25, I'm sick a sulkin over this thing
Sick a staring at the wall numb, it's all dumb
Sick a wondering if I'll ever get a call from him
Sick a figurin it all out,
When It just comes down
To how things got blown out of proportion, when I turned 10, things shifted
He started getting pissed off, so I started drifting
More and more to my mom's house
Realizing how much time my dad was spending on the couch
I saw a hypocrite who couldn't be a real man
I heard the stories how he's steal money from the fam
The 5th grade was a coming of age
I guess my mom thought she saw the turning of a page
Talked to her lawyer, who told me write a letter
I just wanted some space, now it's a legal separation?
(Damn, I didn't plan for that. I didn't plan for that. to happen like that)
[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
[Verse 3]
So I sit down and pen a letter to my father
Still terrified to face it, there's a copy in my mom's basement
'Dear Dad, I love you but I'm gonna stay with mom for now. . .'
The rest I repressed and I'm
Not sure if there's an encore in store for us
I never heard back, didn't know what ignoring was
Supposed to mean, Now I know he did not have the
Capacity to be there, he had his own demons
And I grew up dreamin that I tore us apart
But in hindsight, maybe I just saw in his heart
That his heart wasn't in it, but my heart wasn't finished
fully growing, fully molding, at 10 years old
And in a minute I would take him back
That's what I grew up thinking
But I jumped ship, so instead I grew up sinking
And everybody's got their stories, that's one of mine
If you ever think about me, Dad, I'm doin just fine. . .
[Chorus]
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
It's hard to write a hook for this
Cause it took everything I had to even speak about my dad
In fact, maybe one day I'll see him, along the path of life
It's either that or the after life
credits
from Clinical,
released March 6, 2014
Written, recorded by Clinical
Clinical is a Boston based rapper/producer born and raised in Rhode Island. Coming from independent, underground hip hop
and garage band jams, Clinical joins different musical influences, creating beats that incorporate live instruments with virulent samples. Clinical raps in relentless conversation style, hitting everything from corporate and government control to family love and tribulations....more
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