My Father who art in Ranch cup (my lyric/poem Toddlers Tantrum)

I sold the cradle, made my escape. traded my fortune, for an early grave. Severed the love, and lived in the hate. The man, I never wanted to be, was the man I became. Don't try to compare us, we are not the same. It's a lie I tell myself, everyday. You called me son, use my name. Father is something, you never became. Severed the trust, and lived in the rage. The man, I never wanted to be, was the man I became. Don't try to compare us, we are not the same. It's a lie I tell myself, everyday.