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Growing up headon in a catholic family |
Living and Sinning I used to stay out with my friends all night, Living large and trying to pick a fight, I wasn't scared to hurt, or scared to bleed, But fed off the fear in their faces I would read. You call it sinning, I call it living. I loved to play poker, I'd play any hand, Now Texas hold 'em, that was my brand, I'd stay up all hours, till it wasn't funny, All to risk just a little bit of money. You call it sinning, I call it living. I'd cheat on my girlfriend, tell her all sorts of lies, Until she cut through the bullshit and cried from her eyes. I never realized it would cause that much hurt, But I blew her off, I acted so curt. You call it sinning, I call it living. Finally I grew into a man, Formulated on heck of a plan. No more gambling, no more fighting No more cheating, the plan came like lightning. But as soon as it struck came the end of my luck... My mom was the cause of the phone ringing, Sorry to report the sad news she was bringing. The man who for so long had been my dad, His health had now turned towards the bad. He left me one thing before he died, For never had any of his possessions I spied, Just one little note, which appeared to be the last thing he wrote. My son, I know we have had hard times over the years, So please, let me dispell some of your fears. I know you are confused about the way you were raised, And some of the things you have done aren't worthy of praise, But there is a method in all of my ways. I let you gamble, I let you fight, I let you learn for yourself wrong and right So that when you are old, you will know the difference, And not just remember what you were told. The fighting and gambling and cheating forgiven, They call it sinning, we call it living. |