I’m Not My Father’s Son


I'm not my fathers son I'm not the image of what he dreamed of With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Job, still couldn't be the one to echo what he'd done and mirror what was not in me. So I jumped in my dreams and found an escape maybe I went to extremes of leather and lace, but the world seems brighter six inches off the ground

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