Unless, you have one.
You never know what tough love was?
If given just one gift at Christmas?
That gift served a purpose.

You cherished it.
All because it was given with love.
Reflecting back, life wasn't so bad.
Unless, you have a bad mom or dad.

Don't buy the news narratives pushed as truth.
Many of us have two parents pulling us through.
We knew, how to act in church.
We knew ways to act at school.
Why?
Back then parents and teachers were on the same page.

One phone call and instantly you facing parental law.
We knew how to act when guests came to the house.
Reflecting back, many of us admire our parents.

Even, when they disagree.
Yes, even that was funny to see.
But they were on the same page when it came to discipline.
No, not abuse.

Respect was your representation of your parents.
They taught it.
Might say installed it.

Sure, maybe they weren't perfect.
Then what soul is?
We knew when crying mom would wipe away those tears.

As we stand here as adults.
Many of us can say THANK GOD for them.
Many, if honest would never trade them.

Yeah, you broke my heart right down to my soul.
And I hear through rumors it's a joy to you.
That you smiling that you did.
Girl, don't rub it in.

I accept the facts that it's part my fault.
I accept the facts I could have done better.
So, don't rub it in
All because it can happen to you.

Something bad must happen for some to see.
That happiness was a part of the game.
So, I accept I created my pain.
So, don't rub it in, love.

Duh, you ask me.
I told you, duh.
What else you expect?

You already knew what needed?
Sometimes, you make me think you going crazy.
And mostly, you hear duh.

But sometimes that duh requires a fist sandwich to hear, why?
Then think before acting out because that's a violent crime.