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If I should have a son, Instead of mom, he's gonna call me Support That way he knows, no matter what happens, I'll be there to hold open the heavy doors. And I'm gonna paint the solar systems on the fronts of his game controllers So he has to learn the entire universe before he can say "I'll school you in that!" And he's gonna learn that this life will bury you Deep Underground Wait for you to claw your way out just to throw dirt in your eyes But not being able to see which way is up is the only way to remind your pupils how much they enjoy the beauty of this earth And there is hurt here, that cannot be fixed by alcohol or drugs So when he realizes Superman isn't coming, I'll make sire he doesn't have to wear the cape all by himself "And sweetie" I'll tell him, "dont let your head get so big" I know that trick, I've seen it a million times, you're just looking to impress that pretty girl on the cheer squad who picks on other kids to adjust her own self worth Or better yet, date the girls getting picked on, then dump her to adjust YOUR self worth. But I know he will anyways So I'll always keep an extra supply of "I taught you betters" and "Treat girls rights" Even though all boys learn that at a young age... Okay, most boys don't, But that's what moms are for They'll teach you to be amazing husbands if you let them. When he opens his hands to catch, and drops the ball When the girl he likes says no to going on that date with him when it feels like the world is crashing in Those are the days he has all the more reason to say thank you, because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the sun refuses to stop kissing the horizon, no matter how many hours it must spend spinning away. And yes, on a scale of one to greatest, moms pretty much know it all But I want him to know that this world will throw curveballs that I can't see And he can't be afraid to put on his mitt and catch it himself "And sweetie" I'll tell him Remember your momma is a queen, and your poppa is a king and you are the boy with big eyes and a willing heart who never stops trying Your aren't big yet, but don't stop growing And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip peer pressure and sin under your door and give you hand outs on street corners of druggies and defeat. you tell them that they really outta meet Your Mother
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
If I should have a Son
If I should have a son, Instead of mom, he's gonna call me Support That way he knows, no matter what happens, I'll be there to hold open the heavy doors. And I'm gonna paint the solar systems on the fronts of his game controllers So he has to learn the entire universe before he can say "I'll school you in that!" And he's gonna learn that this life will bury you Deep Underground Wait for you to claw your way out just to throw dirt in your eyes But not being able to see which way is up is the only way to remind your pupils how much they enjoy the beauty of this earth And there is hurt here, that cannot be fixed by alcohol or drugs So when he realizes Superman isn't coming, I'll make sire he doesn't have to wear the cape all by himself "And sweetie" I'll tell him, "dont let your head get so big" I know that trick, I've seen it a million times, you're just looking to impress that pretty girl on the cheer squad who picks on other kids to adjust her own self worth Or better yet, date the girls getting picked on, then dump her to adjust YOUR self worth. But I know he will anyways So I'll always keep an extra supply of "I taught you betters" and "Treat girls rights" Even though all boys learn that at a young age... Okay, most boys don't, But that's what moms are for They'll teach you to be amazing husbands if you let them. When he opens his hands to catch, and drops the ball When the girl he likes says no to going on that date with him when it feels like the world is crashing in Those are the days he has all the more reason to say thank you, because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the sun refuses to stop kissing the horizon, no matter how many hours it must spend spinning away. And yes, on a scale of one to greatest, moms pretty much know it all But I want him to know that this world will throw curveballs that I can't see And he can't be afraid to put on his mitt and catch it himself "And sweetie" I'll tell him Remember your momma is a queen, and your poppa is a king and you are the boy with big eyes and a willing heart who never stops trying Your aren't big yet, but don't stop growing And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip peer pressure and sin under your door and give you hand outs on street corners of druggies and defeat. you tell them that they really outta meet Your Mother
My version of "If I should have a daughter x Sarah Kay"
jay-3
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Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
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