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Heavenly Father

from Just Might Be by Sankofa

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See dad, you gave me the will and determination to drive forth
Maybe I was running from the demons you and I forged
A crucified morgue where the only option was improving
And anything besides progress to your goal was losing
Was it enough? Never. Now a memory of you keeps chasing
Taking everything I ever made and defacing
Replacing the peaceful place inside with self-doubt
So when times of strife arrive, I’m quick to melt down
You made me scared, afraid of punishment, the scowl arrives
Imaginary stories gave birth to alibis
Thing is, all the breaking of rules never even occurred
Maybe the best way to rule is with fear, disturbed
A house where nobody could speak without being corrected
No wonder I still struggle to finish my sentences under pressure
Then again, your criticism made me appreciate the use of language
Even if the rod was spoiled and the noose, it dangled
An elusive angle on the truth, entangled in a past, distant
Checking in on the picayune, every item asked permission
We went camping with your students and you bought me a can of Coke
I felt like a king on the hike while your high schoolers moped
Just you and me, even drove a pickup to the camp site
No mom and brother, just two guys on a unplanned ride
I felt like a son that day instead of a disappointment
I felt like your son that day

These days, I’m as old as you when you first got sick
I’m trying to stay healthy to keep whatever killed you away from me
May I fall far enough away from the tree to cast my own shadow
And if I get sick, please don’t let them take my bone marrow
See, when I don’t hear from someone I love, I just assume they died
Hell, if it happened to you, why not anyone else to arrive
I was in the laundry, heard you cursing and running away
Next thing I knew, there were screams coming from the bedroom that day
It wasn’t the pain, it was the realization you were peeling skin back
Learned to keep pressure cookers closed and applesauce can singe fast
Remember those kids who held lit matches to my face?
You went after them like you were going for gold in that race
Your little brother, my uncle, he says I look just like you
And his son’s a dead ringer for that father that I try to
Live up to, but what’s the point of letting a ghost grow to haunt?
Cause when I talk to your memory, it’s like there’s no response

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from Just Might Be, released March 18, 2013
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