Frustrated

Why am I the only one who is really down,

Beating myself up over what to do.

When it’s you who is the clown,

Not caring about anyone but you.

I make sure there is food on the table,

Making sure that you are fed.

Not a lot of chaos, kinda keep it stable,

Pillows and blankets on your bed.

Giving part of me to help raise you.

Doing all I can like a parent is supposed too.

Your world is mighty small,

You don’t see the big picture.

So smart you can’t see your fall,

Need to listen to your own scripture.

Wanting you to be a saul turned paul,

But you're not fitting into the mixture.

Many people have tried to bring me down,

But you’re the one that’ll hit the ground.

Choices are in front of you,

Choices to be had.

Do things right or lose your dad

No more extra innings or overtime you see,

We're here now, just you versus me.

Run your mouth, talking shit to everyone you see,

Then run and hide when they pick on Dooley.

Not how the game works, not how the game goes,

Gonna dish it out then you better take it, everybody knows.

You wanna play flag football so you don’t get hit,

Acting like a tough guy, but you aint about shit.

Simple things like keep you grades above an eighty-five,

Work out so much for someone with a lazy jive.

Always doing the minimum, always doing the least,

But walking around like your some billy bad ass beast.

What do you say, you do more than anyone,

Ha ha ha, son now that is a funny one.

Many people have tried to bring me down,

But you’re the one that’ll hit the ground.

Choices are in front of you,

Choices to be had.

Do things right or lose your dad

No more extra innings or overtime you see,

We're here now, just you versus me.

Lets go back in time in this rhyme,

About a boy in orange in front of a judge you see.

On the fast track to a life of crime,

But his dad went to battle for thee.

Now he’s not registered as a sex offender,

Should be registered as a man pretender.

Instead of being thankful, you label me as an abuser,

Plan didn’t work, plan crashed hard, now you're just a loser.

Assault with a deadly weapon, missed sex offender by inches.

Had they learned that in juvy, you would have had stitches.

Every time something goes wrong, you’ve counted on me,

You're about to be gone, hell about to be set free.

Many people have tried to bring me down,

But you’re the one that’ll hit the ground.

Choices are in front of you,

Choices to be had.

Do things right or lose your dad

No more extra innings or overtime you see,

We're here now, just you versus me.

All the love and support I have given you,

Just to throw it away and say your through.

Time well tell the kinda man you turn out to be,

I hope its great and you make the MLB.

But you gotta grow up and stop being a punk,

Too late in the game for all this junk.

May not seem like it but I do love you,

I love you more than words can explain,

Which is why writing this brings me pain