your a little to fresh your a little too new cause man your just still out the womb
welcome to the world and all of its glory heres the new millenia and its fresh bloody story
this is life and all that its givin, this is the reality your gona be livin
so learnt to tie those shoes and grow up old starin at the news caus this is the life thats singin the blue

mom cries and hides and reels back from the strikes that keep her up in the nights
the baby is cryin wantin the things to end wantin no more life of sin but can only begin to cry again
the family is broken beaten battered and bruised and nothing left but the old used
now be it may that the curse lays on today but something will shine from this ugly design

years and the tears and over the time that came in a world nothing but lies and fears
you grew up to be the son that would wouldnt turn and run
now my boy i have one last thing to say before the reaper takes me away
there are some wisdoms and thoughts that you never got because i was always tossed

first things first and you remember this well, my son you must never give women hell
you give em your heart and you give em your love, trust in the things always given above
never raise a hand dont even raise your voice or youll become what i hated in me when you have a choice
just remember my son that in the end of it all, shell be the one who grants you your wishes with each of her loving kisses

now this is important and son you must think, never let the world bring you to destructions brink
from all the horrors and hells that war and pain shows in the end remember there is always a silver lining that glows
just one to consider and something to know, never let suffering claim your soul

finally my son there is one last advice, never let the sins of the devils become your only true vice
the world is cruel and its hard to decide what paths in this course are the ones that are right
greed and lust pride and envy its hard to do anything but end up like me
so the sins you think are the fun ones to live remember your dying with each strike you give

words of father friend and family this i give to you now the best i can give
trying to recover for all the wrongs of my life and all the pains that left us insane
and when im rotting six feet under and your gracing this world with what you have to give remember the words to forever live
so goodbye my son go ahead and bury me deep, ill see you in heaven when its time for us to meet