Dad waits for his son to wake up
As dad taps the keys my son gets his rest
He can not seem to find a way to be his best
He fills his days with dreams
Not understanding, that life is not as hard as it seems
Going to school is an act
Like making a treaty or a pact
It starts with a thought that I want to do something
It takes some time but ends with a ring
Smoking, drinking, pills, pot and hanging with the rats
Keeps you from being wealthy, like some say…”Fat”
Men can wish and hope and dream their lives away
While smoking hash, smoking dope and laying in the hay
Life has its expectations and rules
One of them for sure is going to school
It was the same when I was a young man
But I got caught up in Viet Nam
Bitterness, disappointment and anger last a long time
Look how long it has taken me to rhyme
The story is a journey every boy takes to become a man
Dads are just boys in older bodies
They successfully made the same journey as you
And know the pain even though you don’t think they do
Dope creates a mind that brings you down
You know it, I know it, so who is the clown
School will cost you time, when you hear the bell
Blow and alcohol may cost you time as well , but in a jail cell
My father had rules and your does too
It is for your good and should not make you blue\get up and do something with this illusive dream
Ask God to give you the strength and be part if HIS team
A fellow found in 1 Chronicles 4-9 named Jabez did, some might say
Follow me I have been there and know the way
