My dad is never around.Every time I turn around he’s out of town,
But life is short.
Every time he turns around,
He’s in court.
I remember when we used to play basketball.
We would have fun and all,
But now he behind bars,
Looking at the cars.
I go and visit him some time.
He always used to grind,
Trying to make a dime.
This time, I’m not going to cry.
I’m just tired of the lies.
The whole time I just wanted him to be
By my side.
Raiderpress 