Uncommon Nasa - Discipline

Fear of the unknown is the most powerful
Sours truth, sorrowed youth
I'm running for my life!
But really from myself, my own ignorance, no one else
The whitest thing anyone can do, is run from you
When I was through even my own mother was embarrassed
Timid harassment
A six year old's passage through that office
Now Paul lives, as an adult with no kids
Left only to judge his only child
Now I'm my own father looking downward at this child that wandered
My own form of discipline louder than my mom's was
I told him he was a coward
For running from them two black girls
Tossed him in the back seat of the car to cry alone
Pre-poems but the rains heavy
It always rained in the Eighties
Today it served as the perfect backdrop for drama
Go to your room and ponder
I want no sounds of play!
That's the kind of thing I'd say, if I was my own father

Written by:
Dan Zunikoff, Paul Loverro

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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