Waking up in a world full of broken dreams, broken sky's broken rainbows is all I seen. Broken family just tryna make the ends meet, while kids are meeting in the ends shooting rocks for p's. Mind your p’s and q’s is what my farther use to tell us I never heard him use a cuss word while in our presence. We’d get the K’ no doubt, if we let one out, that's was his way of tryna save us from the rotten route. A rotten rascal causing hassle till he sat me down wish I could watch him paint with oils and then pastels now. Laying down the law while the sketching landscape, working 24/7 tryna stretching out the pap’s. Making mistakes along the way but always rectified, with true integrity I never heard my farther lie. Till the day he died still a man of sheer pride. I know he's still in my soul deep down inside.

I woke up in this jungle searching for a vine, maybe this jungle is my head and I just need a lifeline. Car life is difficult I'm searching for the one divine maybe one day I'll find but for now I'll just look back in time. And reminisce Picasso pages being turned and studied, my dad would say slow down son why you in a hurry. Visions blurry but the sound track is crystal clear, opera playing in the sitting room blessing our ears. The classic classical cluttered with mad dramaticals my father could explained the refrains and sound magical. It's tragical in later years he couldn't even hear um, I'd sacrifice a million for some turn the time back serum so he could mimic out the fingers playing violins, orchestrating the wind section just like a gentle man. Recreating all these the memories I have with pride. I know he's still in my soul deep down inside.

I looked into the mirror and i saw my father’s eyes looking back at me into my soul shit i nearly died. How can i deny the fact your gone, how can i put every memory that i have of you all up in just one song. Too many pads too many pens too many perfect pictures, signatures across the sky under the words i miss you. Catch a cloud squeeze it out until it starts to rain, so the drops of water cover up me crying tears of pain. You and mum were umbrella to the stormy weather, now unprotected from the stress and strains of life endeavours. I knew you 46 winters and 45 summers, sometimes I look up in the sky and wonder, if your numbers came up in heavens lottery would you come back and see me and everyone in the family, or would the pain of leaving again be too deep. This time I would be there holding your hand as you go back to sleep.