You are no man,
you are what we call a deadbeat dad.
You won’t take care of your children you had,
You act like you have no past,
that is really very sad.
You move on from state to state,
and from woman to woman,
thinking you are something great.
One day you will come to realize,
that you can not leave your past behind.
The babies that you left me to care for on my own,
know now that you are gone
They can make their own decisions on their thoughts about you,
they can decide if they wants to meet you, or just be through.
You missing out on all the fun,
because you just had the urge to always run.
You missing their smiles and the way they talked,
you even missed seeing them begin to walk.
Birthday’s were not something you chose to share,
but that’s OK they knew you would not be there.
So when you wake up one day with all your regret,
please don’t ever forget,
you are the one that caused all your problems to manifest,
because you forgot about the one thing that would have made you the best,
You were never there
When I needed care
You took off
When things got rough
And moved on
The day you decided I was an unwanted son
I hear news about you here and there
To myself, I whisper in despair
How life is not fair
I sometimes breakdown and cry
And wish to die
Because deep inside
Where my feelings hide
I long for a fatherly hug
Like a recovering addict to his drug
I looked for your face during my graduation
I missed your smile after my promotion
A face I never had the chance to see
A smile I only imagine to feel free
How can I celebrate your special day
When your name is synonym of betray?
For everything that I went through
The cheers I never heard coming from you
The love you chose not to give
The sorry cards I never received
The mental anguish
And all the things I missed
Toward you, I still won’t recriminate
Though, I choose to dedicate your special day
To the one who’s been there for me all along
The one who helped me distinguish right from wrong
My Mom, my hero
Do you know what you’ve done
To the children you shun
Their sweet hearts you have broken
With the words you have spoken
Though liar and cheat
The rap you won’t beat
Is the way you have treated
The children you cheated
When you’re an old dying man
There’ll be nary a fan
At your grave, at your end
Not a single real friend
Justice is karma
The cost of your drama
You’re worth none of my time
Nor one more rhyme