Misbegotten
Title | Misbegotten |
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Artist | Jake the Adversary |
Album | Tabiya |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1] Origin story, more a big hole of lacunae ‘80s kid in college, tryna' do right Dad drank, mom suffered through nights Bad days, strange choices cruise by, playboy not too wise 1994 in the cold, memorize the code - criminal Wanna' be police, he’d call it life dream, pivotal But never said why, and soon the nights seem seminal If a girl tells him he’s nice, then he might be skeptical An ex-cheerleader type graduate with problems of her own They hang out, and soon Mark gets to sees the light A charming guy who got a few weird phenotypes, nothing very Serious, the girl don’t penalize Within the month, there’s a short pause She needs to see him in person, he’s feeling worse off Stomach backflipping, yeah, fuck, kid’s a poor SOB Oh god, you’re not pregnant, are you? Of course not [Verse 2] Then the changing of seasons He quit all his classes and never gave them a reason Kid is shit out of passion to spurn his awful lot in life Plays MMOs for days and work a shitty job at night Forklift operation, years die Helps when everything you know is nearby Near-sighted thinking that he sees the world with clear eyes And still no one’s reported if they see flaws or hear sighs Weaksauce career flies One day online, and the mood pops After 17 years, the other fucking shoe drops Broken condom- failed birth control- then some new talk About a kid who’s interested in info, wanna do swaps He reels back, not a man for kids or relations But learns another man adopted his son and had raised him And the kid’s grown, what the fuck is Mark gonna do? Life’s a stage, 'fraid he only played the parts that he knew You might also like[Verse 3] Now he’s left with only end results, pacing floors Moments of redemption lost, no desire for making more But here’s a chance to maybe score a hit back Calling mom a whore, communication lines pitch black Big spat- mad father’s rite of pass Like, how in holy fuck had she decided that? Damn, if this was someone else’s problem then he might have laughed Fuck your blood test, deleting emails without writing back Keeping to the silent path, and see if freakin lies’ll last The next week was filled up with intermittent contact All one-way, short followups his kid had written compact Start nice, but as Mark sits on his ass for weeks Olive branches can grow thorns, and soon the asks have teeth Like, I can understand the little slights at my mom She didn’t want to end your life, but you’re right the lying was wrong And in your place, I would at least want to skype with my spawn I made a few short stories, and now I’m writing some songs [Verse 4] And fuck, come on man, I don’t believe you don’t have questions I’ve done too much in 17 years for glass defenses Man, all I want to know is where I’m from and what I’m heading to For years I’ve tried to find you, Mark, I hoped I might be getting through But fuck that, if you don’t have the time for some adopted kid I’ll take my lessons distant, and in time, become your opposite Shape my life without your help, and you get back to clocking in And don’t think on your deathbed I’ll be showing up for talking with That’s the end, a family suffers long erosion Grandpa keeps him secret, grandma doesn’t want to know him He can’t say for certain cousins know he exists One man’s tantrum throwing thick curtains over his kid [Verse 5] Origin story, more a big hole of lacunae A kid heading for college, tryna' do right Dad’s great, mom loves him, kid brother’s too wise But closing doors on roots of his tree can take a few tries 2013 in the dark, kid’s up and now he’s come to push free of a mark Misbegotten Want to be a writer, get beast with his art Tells himself that every venture looks bleak at the start, reason departs |