The chosen few abandoned by the king and queen,
Stand up begotten sons.
Be the outlier in a generation of “parents”,
It’s our turn let’s stop playing.
Hang up your club shoes and be the type not the hype,
To choose to drop responsibility and run.
Never leaving doubt in our children’s mind,
Are we the kind that’s really staying?
Fatherless child like Jesus all your hate allows me to reevaluate my story,
Not giving my life but maybe one day taken with a gun,
But I’m the lost one.