I've always wondered why I chose drums

And I was quite the player

Probably because of my dad's rolls on my mum's face

He kept Pedaling her down 

Swept her off her feet

with firm kicks

Belts and brooms

We're his drum sticks

You see

His feet were enough 

He barely needed boots

But when he did 

It instantly changed her looks

Mum wore a different mask everyday 

He Shawn Michaeled mother

With Sweet chin music at close range

Till she ended up with the undertaker

Unfortunately in a box

I'm cane soon to be able 

He will pay

Yes he must 

One day

So, don't ask me why I'm stone cold

You see my rock shattered my dreams

Every corner of the house was a ring

For dad, the head, the king,

To strangle mum, the neck, the queen,

Maybe that's why I'm locked up

Bottling emotions 

Because my first hero was my first villain 

Depending on how many shots he took

And yes, he paid in full

I am my father's son

I didn't run

And when the time came 

I made sure the gun

Played a few notes on his body

You should have seen his face

Strong man don fall

Na him pikin fall am

I faced my fears 

And it ended in tears

Before Nike I knew to 

Just do it alone

My father was a good man

Before the 3rd bottle 

Bartender,

Can I have another drink?