Oh Father
"Oh Fatherโ
(Verse One)
He was given life by Tina Sapsford, and then taken away by M-Dunne/
As M-Dunne was a dirty wife beater, who beat up the mother to his son
So Tina then turned to the drink, but she went from a drinker to a drunk/
Which was all that M-Dunne ever needed, to get full custody of his son
He then took away his son from his mother, yet not for the reason he loved him/
He did it because he didnโt love her, and wanted to leave her suffering
Now with no mother to ever mother him, M-Dunne had full control/
Then slowly but surely, he started to destroy that boys soul
He tried to swallow him whole, using the art of mental abuse/
Never hugged him, leaving him cold, so cold and lonely is how he grew
Whilst the other two kids, that he had with his new wife/
Their lives were filled with sunshine, their lives were kind of nice
Swimming with dolphins in Florida, bathing on beaches in Spain/
Whilst he was sent to his nanโs, with a suitcase filled with pain
No explanation for this game, though it was a cruel game to play/
Especially when all he ever did, was hope that heโd love him one day...
(Hook)
Oh Father, it was not I who sinned/
Oh Father, do I get under your skin?
Oh Father, do you need reminding/
With my pens help, you or the devil wonโt win. (x2)
(Verse Two)
Now without a father to ever father him, he looked for role models in rap/
Which angered his father further, as he hated anybody that was black
So he took away his t-shirts & posters, his baggy jeans & sock hat/
Confiscating his rap magazines, & every tape be it hip-hop or rap
Stopping him having a mic to record, so he couldnโt take his dreams far/
Yet bought his daughter a piano, and bought his youngest son a guitar
Then when his daughter started to listen to rap, he even bought her the CDโs/
Many of which were the exact same albums, that he had taken away from he
He had him believing he wasnโt worthy, of any kind of affection or love/
The evil treatment used to hurt him, was clearly revenge against his mum
Which he then vented on his own son, for some twisted unknown reason/
Yet nothing was said by his new mum, as it didnโt affect Samantha or Steven
Turning a blind eye to his beatings, at the hands of this abuser/
Whoโd dictate every move ever made, a modern day Nazi ruler
And Julia was just as guilty, for allowing all of this abuse to take place/
In a small village named West Tilbury, under roof number 8...
(Hook)
Oh Father, it was not I who sinned/
Oh Father, do I get under your skin?
Oh Father, do you need reminding/
With my pens help, you or the devil wonโt win. (x2)
(Verse Three)
When he got older, he got a girl pregnant, who just happened to be mixed race/
But his daddy felt resentment, being she was half black and had braids
So when their pretty baby graced this earth, they both welcomed their daughter/
M-Dunne felt he had to disown her, due to the tone of her skin colour
Preventing the whole family from seeing her, because his persona was racist/
Which put a strain on their relationship, and pretty soon became hatred
Eventually ending with their break up, which then leads to him not seeing/
The little girl he loves so much, his one & only reason for breathing
And now the babymother keeps on keeping him, from seeing his child/
So together, both her & his daddy, they had taken away his smile
What they had both did to him was vile, now it was just him & his thoughts/
With no mental or moral support, or help to take the babymother to court
It was like he was being taught a cruel lesson, in the most harshest of ways/
Whilst being punished for loving his baby, who was just born a different race
And now everyday was filled with pain, as he cried constant tears onto his pad/
Reminiscing on the life he used to have, with that little girl calling him dad...
(Hook)
Oh Father, it was not I who sinned/
Oh Father, do I get under your skin?
Oh Father, do you need reminding/
With my pens help, you or the devil wonโt win. (x2)
(Verse Four)
Feeling sad everyday with no baby to father, he pens his feelings on paper/
Writing to his little girl, telling the world, about his fatherโs shameful behaviour
Starting a Myspace blog so to name & shame, penning a mixture of poetry & rap/
Yet being he made a mock of his fatherโs name, he soon got in trouble for that
Police them grabbed him threw him in the car, took him station hit him with a charge/
Lyrical harassment, took it real far, stood in front of a judge, put behind bars
Chelmsford prison, held on remand, three and a half weeks for writing bars/
Words are weapons that tear apart, looking 7-11 for three different charge
Slander & harassment, threats to kill, but werenโt no threats, so the threats werenโt real/
They dropped the slander & the threats to kill, but not the harassment, that was sealed
They banned his poetry, they banned his rap, a five year ban in fact/
Yet five years later & a lot more paper, Mr Rap Banโs back (hey!)
With a lot more poetry & a lot to say, probably back to the court & locked away/
But thatโs the risk heโs got to take, cause itโs either this or box his face
Then hopefully in a box he stays, rotting in a grave where his dog can p*ss/
Like a shot to the face or a dose of aids, he wonโt come back from this.
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