The Man Responsible.

It was never enough for you, antagonized anybody with love for you Ain't recognized they was going above for you Can't reconcile anything with your son for you, it's what it is Felt like less of a man, you took it out on a boy Gave him trembling hands, a tune of doubt in his voice Never lent him a hand, but raise it now you're annoyed Quick to anger and slower to say you're proud of the boy Now you missed his first beard, and his first drive license And his first girlfriend, and his first time hiking Every single graduation and the next time likely Cause he needed Uncle Phil, and he got Iron Mike Tyson Demanded his respect but never even tried to earn it You was trying to cross the bridge when you're the reason it was burning And now you never speak but your delusion been concerning Talking like you gave him anything that he should be returning, that's pathetic nigga You thought an iron fist would make you high and mighty But all it did was make a lonely ending highly likely I guess the will of God was losing you your child and wifey But that's what happens when for years you had 'em crying nightly, ugh I heard your dad was less than perfect too And mommy issues from before was probably hurting you I'm sorry that you felt the force of all she hurled at you I heard a lot about the scorn in all the words she threw I understand that when you grew up how you did It's expected that you never fully through what happened since But the women and the men you felt were weaker Didn't have to get the damage cause it's never gon' remove the bad she did I wish you would've opened up about the pain, let it out without the shame Learned what healthy coping actually is Instead, you sent it doubled up and out again Bubbled up your rage and let it take away your only chance to win When you weaponize religion to retaliate It doesn't make you righteous, all you did was make me hate it as a kid Now I know that you were coping but the glamorizing violence Made it difficult to say what I'm about to as it is I forgive you, dad (Okonkwo was well known throughout the nine villages and even beyond He had no patience with unsuccessful men He had no patience with his father And so, Okonkwo was ruled by one passion To hate everything that his father, Unoka, had loved One of those things was gentleness and another was idleness Okonkwo never showed any emotion openly, unless it be the emotion of anger To show affection was a sign of weakness The only thing worth demonstrating was strength He, therefore, treated Ikemefuna as he treated everybody else: with a heavy hand)