Dad never loved me like he use too

quit boxing a few years ago but been hitting the bag every weekend since

I seen that your not falling over trees but your trippin in the woods

meet me behind the local aldi for the goods.

Bin weevils gave me the confidence I needed to shoot up my local orphanage.

So proud of my dad, He let me chief a rollie at 7 years of age with a glass of good ol whiskey on a cool a summer breeze, Telling me story's of the war, How he met my mother in a straw and mud hut on the outskirts of Saigon, I will never forget the words he said to me. Son * as he sips his glass * " We should be proud of our girth and I will show you how to use it, But first, you must learn how to use mine " Like his grandaddy showed his daddy then now my daddy is showing me. I know the way of the girth. I love you dad, I wish your hobby of cooking on spoons wouldn't of sent you to those pearly gates of heaven. Maybe....just...just maybe our all father is showing him how to use the way of the girth