I am not the man my father wanted
I am not as good as him

He is a precedent
that costs me everything
Do I seek fulfillment?
Or learn his trade?

A boy is a man
when he decides who to be.

A man doesn't stumble into form.
He chooses it.

How do I choose with so little to believe?
I see the children
As they tighten their ties
and know, like me, they don't belong in law school

Money has me tangled again
always there, always gone
Money has no loyalty
but neither do I so far

My dad has some money
I feel safer knowing that
but once he's gone
his money won't remember him

Will it fall to the hands of a boy?
or a man?