I don't understand

Some stories are happy and has all the glitz and the glamor,

Some stories are heartbreaking, that hit you like a ten pound hammer.

This here, this is one of those,

where it went wrong, nobody knows.

From having you look into the stands,

Smiling, cheering as you make a big play.

From throwing baseballs to throwing hands,

Constantly hearing hate in the words that you say.

To when you decided to stab those kids,

I stood up and tried to protect you in every way.

Or when those apartment kids wanted the fight,

I stepped outside and they ran off outta sight.

So how did it come to all of this?

Been there from the beginning of your life,

We’ve had highs, and we’ve had lows.

But it is you who is stabbing me with a knife,

Turning your back on me, only God knows.

My knees are bruised black and blue,

I'm hitting them hard while I pray for you.

Lord knows that I pray for you.

How did we go from I have your back,

protecting you when things get rough?

To throwing in the towel

Because things became too tough.

Always have something to say,

Always have something to prove.

When the winds get bad you start to sway,

Instead of listening and getting in the groove.

Very simple concept, but you seem to struggle

Without following the rules the punishment seems to double.

Been busting my ass to try to keep you outta trouble.

Think that you're a grown ass man because you have some stubble.

Been there from the beginning of your life,

We’ve had highs and we’ve had lows.

But it is you who is stabbing me with a knife,

Turning your back on me, only God knows.

My knees are bruised black and blue,

Hitting them hard while I pray for you.

Lord knows that I pray for you.

Big problem is that you think that you run shit,

Talk a good game, but afraid to take a hit.

So you lie, steal, cheat to get ahead,

But you don’t see that path is misled.

It consumes you one lie after another,

Then there’s the hate for your sister and brother.

One day i’ll be gone and yall will have each other.

Come off your high horse, acting like your shit don’t stink,

Learn to close your mouth and to stop and think.

This part of your life, you should be experiencing new stuff,

Instead of the same ole Dooley, trying the ole bluff.

I don’t know if we can ever go back to how it used to be,

Having hockey tournaments, just you and me.

Lessons to be taught, lessons you haven’t learned,

Every bridge I give you, you sit back and watch as it gets burned.

Been there from the beginning of your life,

We’ve had highs and we’ve had lows.

But it is you who is stabbing me with a knife,

Turning your back on me, only God knows.

My knees are bruised black and blue,

Hitting them hard while I pray for you.

Lord knows that I pray for you.

I will never understand what causes you to do the things you do.

Until now I have refused to say that i am through.

Never in my life did I think I would give up on you.

You need more help than I can provide, you know its true.

All I can say is, …………Son, I love you.

I love you