Bizawi - Damn son

In the past, they used to hit us
It wasn’t just. tears and quiet healed us
One day I was up in the air, I felt the wind under my shirt
Until i felt the stairs in my back, hurt
Then the burn, voices then, gassy words
3 scratches on each cheek, sleep till afterwords

I went home to my room
Welcome to my tomb
Spinning ceiling, no attention
Half a sleep between reality and depression

I know you love me
Is 23 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring a life
To bring me, dad

I was 35 when I brought you, I changed
I turn to him when I’m mad, deranged
I’m mad I’m mad I’m sad I’m dad I’m bad
But you accept me, for now, that
Positivity, I don’t know if you understand, it was ok to hit and be
Then smile and see
Acceptance, flawed human beens, now it’s nuts
I feel abused, you’re driving me off the charts
Maybe cuffs will hold my instinct when you hit someone I love
Mummy gruffed she’ll leave me, can I be good enough?
I went home to my room, my bed isn’t there
Work forever
Screens with everything, help sensor
Awake between reality and pressure

I know you love me
Is 23 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To bring me, dad
I know you love me
Is 35 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To be me, dad

I know you love me
Is 23 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To bring me, dad
I know you love me
Is 35 the wrong age
To be a dad, to bring life
To be me, dad