I Don't Hate You
Yeah. What's up man? How longs it been? How longs it been Dad? I don't know. I'd say about:
16 years since you went searching for the holy ghostand got lost along the way like money in the postholier than most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were factspaint it blackmen women children as wellif you don't worship god then you're going to hellalways had to take it one step further you couldn't just pray nope'shad to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokeslike that Basement Jaxx song where's your head atwhen did you lose your mind same time your hair fell outand your beard started to grow grey hairs started to show or was it when you started speaking in tongue on roadI was only 6 years old how could you subject me to that shit verbal syphiliscomplete fuckin gibberishI was sick of it but too afraid to sayonly saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that dayto Bible bash evangelising in the streetlooking like a tramp who collected trasheven though you was brass you could have tried to look normaleven if you was fucked in your head its awfulI know but I'm glad you done a disappearing act screw youhow could I ever introduce anyone to youbaby this my dad he's a religious nut. ("oh, hello? what the fuck!")
I don't hate you I don't love you neitheryou mean nothing to me (you're) just another geezerI wont hit youstill I wont hug you neitherif we ever meet again cold is how I'm gonna treat yaif we ever meet again cold is how I'm gonna treat ya
When we talk about your antics now there always met with laughter. "Did he really used to make you pray before you ate a mars bar?"Yes. Every time we put something in our mouths we had to pray to Jesuswhy the fuck you think I never used to eat Malteaser'sI slag you off now and don't feel bad about it afterwardsjust like all the other kids abandoned by their fathers"I hate my dad, Homer Simpson look-a-like fat bastard!"yeah, well at least you weren't stuck with Ned Flanderswho the fuck was I supposed to go to for answers?hey mum what's this sticky shit in my pyjamas?you weren't around to teach me shitsold your own kids for some bitchand no one's seen you sincebut I bet you turn up when I'm rich chatting shitlike it weren't your faultprobably blame it on your bitchcoz your bitch minds warpedwe could here it in her voice every time she talked me and Lauren were young but we weren't dumb we knew what was going onfirst time I met her when she was just your wife to beI remember that something just didn't seem right to mefrom what I could seeit was simple and plainshe had you under manners like a dog on a chainsometimes I used to wonder where you were and why you leftwas it all because of her or what you thought was bestbut times have changed and I'm used to you not being there so now I no longer wonder nor do I careyou could be dead for all I knoweven more fucked up in your head for all I knowcoz all I really know is that you left without saying byeand aint ever looked back since. Yes there was a time, you could have built a bridge but now the gaps to greatand you might find if you try, it'll jus collapse under the weightcoz now its far too late coz we all grown up/ how can you be part of our lives now when you've missed so much (that's why!)
I don't hate you I don't love you neitheryou mean nothing to me (you're) just another geezerI wont hit youstill I wont hug you neitherif we ever meet again cold is how I'm gonna treat yaif we ever meet again cold is how I'm gonna treat ya
You cant run away from your past coz your past is hereditarythe blood that courses through my veins is your legacyand will probably be the only thing ever left to me from youcoz just like youI myself have been gifted with a musical talentexcept I go by the name of Ben Drew not Paul Balanceyou lived your life like your namesake hung in the balancethen you fell off the wagon and now the only thing that's apparent isyou aint half the man you used to bebut I am more than you could ever becoz you could never see the world as I see itwhere as you try to be something you aint ..I be itand real fast your past is coming back to haunt youits gods will that such a big mistake like me should taunt youdaunt youlike a nervous feeling in your gutI call it fate, but you can call it whatever the fuck you wantyour just a lost little boy so here's one less worry for yaI don't hate youI just feel sorry for yain fact I pity youI got so much shit on youif I saw you on the street, I wouldn't even spit on you
but I don't hate you. Hating takes too much effort, and you aint worth the fuckin time of day. As for love, that went when you went. Long ago