Yeah. What's up man? How longs it been? How longs it been Dad? I don't know. I'd say about...





16 years since you went searching for the holy ghost

And got lost along the way like money in the post

Holier than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts

Paint it black

Men women children as well

If you don't worship god then you're going to hell

Always had to take it one step further you couldn't just pray nope's

Had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes

Like that Basement Jaxx song where's your head at

When did you lose your mind same time your hair fell out

And your beard started to grow grey hairs started to show or was it when you started speaking in tongue on road

I was only 6 years old how could you subject me to that shit verbal syphilis

Complete ******* gibberish

I was sick of it but too afraid to say

Only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day

To Bible bash evangelising in the street

Looking like a tramp who collected trash

Even though you was brass you could have tried to look normal

Even if you was ****** in your head its awful

I know but I'm glad you done a disappearing act screw you

How could I ever introduce anyone to you

Baby this my dad he's a religious nut. (“oh, hello... what the ****!”)





I don't hate you I don't love you neither

You mean nothing to me (your) just another geezer

I wont hit you

Still I wont hug you neither

If we ever meet again cold is how I'm gonna treat ya 





When we talk about your antics now there always met with laughter. “Did he really used to make you pray before you ate a mars bar?”

Yes. Every time we put something in our mouths we had to pray to Jesus

Why the **** you think I never used to eat Malteaser's

I slag you off now and don't feel bad about it afterwards

Just like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers

“i hate my dad, Homer Simpson look-a-like fat bastard!”

Yeah, well at least you weren't stuck with Ned Flanders

Who the **** was I supposed to go to for answers?

Hey mum what's this sticky shit in my pyjamas?

You weren't around to teach me shit

Sold your own kids for some bitch

And no one's seen you since

But I bet you turn up when I'm rich chatting shit

Like it weren't your fault

Probably blame it on your bitch

Coz your bitch minds warped

We could here it in her voice every time she talked me and Lauren were young but we weren't dumb we knew what was going on

First time I met her when she was just your wife to be

I remember that something just didn't seem right to me

From what I could see

It was simple and plain

She had you under manners like a dog on a chain

Sometimes I used to wonder where you were and why you left

Was it all because of her or what you thought was best

But times have changed and I'm used to you not being there so now I no longer wonder nor do I care

You could be dead for all I know

Even more ****** up in your head for all I know

Coz all I really know is that you left without saying bye

And aint ever looked back since. Yes there was a time, you could have built a bridge but now the gaps to great

And you might find if you try, it'll jus collapse under the weight

Coz now its far too late coz we all grown up

How can you be part of our lives now when you've missed so much (that's why!)









You cant run away from your past coz your past is hereditary

The blood that courses through my veins is your legacy

And will probably be the only thing ever left to me from you

Coz just like you

I myself have been gifted with a musical talent

Except I go by the name of Ben Drew not Paul Balance

You lived your life like your namesake hung in the balance

Then you fell off the wagon and now the only thing that's apparent is

You aint half the man you used to be

But I am more than you could ever be

Coz you could never see the world as I see it

Where as you try to be something you aint ..I be it

And real fast your past is coming back to haunt you

Its gods will that such a big mistake like me should taunt you

Daunt you

Like a nervous feeling in your gut

I call it fate, but you can call it whatever the **** you want

Your just a lost little boy so here's one less worry for ya

I don't hate you

I just feel sorry for ya

In fact I pity you

I got so much shit on you

If I saw you on the street, I wouldn't even spit on you

(But I don't hate you. Hating takes too much effort, and you aint worth the ******* time of day. As for love, that went when you went. Long ago)