Kids blues

I’m thinking and nothing comes to my mind, to create a song that’ll rhyme and then my son, will be a little more nice. He will turn around and look at my eyes when I’m talking to him and not just paying attention on his screen. He needs to learn to make his bed and take a shower once or twice to have respect for older people and everybody else. Now I’m done, thinking to much on the lyrics for this song, that never arrived. Yo

He thinks everything is easy to get, that all he has to do is wish and it will be there. I am not a genie but I wish I was so I could give him the wisdom of a mature guy to knows when to shut up when grown ups are talking.

I am thinking and nothing comes to my mind, to create a song that’ll rhyme and then my son, will be a little more nice.

He made me pay for this app to write songs that he doesn’t make. He became a slave of his tablet and games, is the only thing that he really cares. Now he wants a translator device to understand his father when he talks, but what I need is To understand are the words that come out of his mouth, this generation needs to write a new dictionary where parents could finds what they’re trying to say.

I am thinking and nothing comes to my mind, to create a song that’ll rhyme and then my son, will be a little more nice. Yo yo yo peace