When you disrespect your father
Pouring scorn on the family name
A defiant planned rebellion
And an attempt to shift the blame.
But nobody but yourself
Can undo the things you’ve done
An unsavory form of treason
Is the betrayal of a son.
When a hand of reconciliation
Is ****** in your direction
You arrogantly dismissed it
Thus, confirming your defection.
You run and hide in crevices
Like an inmate on the run
But know that everyone is punished
By the betrayal of a son.