I'm stuck at home cuz you won't drive and I
Can't live the life for which I strive
I do all this work without a thanks while my
Friends hit the street playing pranks
You're grabbing my wrist, you give it a twist
You're holding me back but I can't get pissed
You hand me the tools, while you lay in the pool
I've done this too long and I'm losing my cool
One day, some day, you'll lose your son
He left the house, he's out having fun
He fought the fight while you ran and hid
Your son, your son, is now a regular kid
Let go of my wrist, I am getting pissed
Cuz now my arm's attached to a fist
I was the fool, who was cleaning the pool
But soon this house will be under my rule
Keep your hands off the pressure points cuz I just might swing
You'll regret confronting such a caged animal
We can take this fight out of the house and into the ring
You'll soon find your chance of survival is minimal
I know you play it off like it's nothing
But way you treat me is criminal
Think of your son and the farewell he bidYour son only wanted to be a regular kid
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