PAPA
Verse 1
Papa, I don’t know what makes you think you can talk
To grown people like they’re beneath you when you walk.
That tyranny, that bullying—it don’t work today,
The fear you used when we were kids has faded away.
All the beatings we endured when we were young and small,
You still try to use them now like we haven’t grown at all.
You speak to us like children, like time just stood still,
But we’re grown now, Papa—strong minds, stronger will.
Verse 2
You should be grateful for the children that you have,
Some men don’t survive the harvest of the paths they’ve had.
You’re even luckier not all my siblings feel like me,
Some still choose peace where I see things clearly.
You said if I were the only one, you’d be under a bridge,
Yeah, maybe that’s true—but hear this message:
You’re lucky I’m not the person you think I could be,
I still have a heart, still lead with humanity.
Hook
Papa, you’re eighty now—time should humble the proud,
This should be prayer season, not hurting us loud.
Instead you cause pain, chaos, planting division,
Breaking your own blood with calculated decisions.
Verse 3
Eighty years old, still choosing control over grace,
Still lighting fires and walking away from the flames.
You spent a lifetime pulling siblings apart,
Now look at the damage, the fractures, the scars.
You did it—congratulations, applaud yourself now,
You built walls where there should’ve been common ground.
But I still hope we, the children, can one day repair
What you dedicated a lifetime to tearing apart with carelessness.
Outro
This isn’t hate, this is truth from the heart,
I’m done carrying weight that was never my part.
Mic drop—no more silence, no more pretending.
I’m out. 🎤
