Turning Point

If you listen to this song I hope it hits home I'm the son that you raised Now tainted to the bone I was so young Everything went south On that day I saw you put That loaded shotgun in your mouth. I tried for years on end To make you happy To make amends You were a fake A coward A dead beat dad Always reflecting on the life That you once had Down talking her To try and get me to sway Just bit you back And kept me away You think I got my morals from you? A con, a fake Whichever you prefer I promise you I got my morals I got my morals from her Don't poke fun At the woman that raised your children You snide mother fucker I hope you hear this I hope you look back at your life And realize everything you've done I hope you change because It'd be nice to have a father again