Beats
Your beats don't match mine or hers
Yours like to beat in not twos but thirds
We knew you'd struggle we wanted you no matter what we heard.
Daddies weight is low sometimes words get a little slurd.
Its hard keeping stuff down daddies stomach icked and churned
Daddy threw up more than mommy when she was first pregnant with you
Its crazy because now daddy throws up with memories of you two
Good or bad they make me sad
Daddy is so mad but not at you or you
Daddy is mad that the world made your heart beat in a third and not two.
Another hospital baby boy what do we do
Its ok Bubba daddies smart and he has enough heart for him and you
In daddies sleep his does weird stuff too
When daddy was dreaming about you
It ripped so hard I came to
No need for an alarm when you wake up
To a numb arm
Your mommy would be so mad that
Daddy let his chest get so bad
But from this mess causing stress
What is daddy to do
Its a strain thinking about you dude
I just want to touch your foot and get you mad
Everyone mad at daddy seems to make everyone glad
But daddy can take it
Daddy knows what wont make him make it
I'll go when I wake up to both arms feeling numb
Then your mommy can call daddy a dumb dumb
I wish I could give you my heart
I wish I could give you that ultimate headstart
They told mommy and daddy no medicine
They told mommy and daddy no surgery
Even before that can you believe they asked mommy and daddy if we wanted to keep you!??!?!?!? you fought to be free to come to her and me. AND THE WORLD STILL TRIES TO TAKE YOU?
theres a battle outside mommies control
Theres a battle outside daddies control
Theres a battle outside the doctors control
Son you can do it. Daddy doesn't have the heart to type what he is most scared of. Everything gets worst and worst. Daddy has a fat fucking brain and is ALWAYS RIGHT. Please son please be like your siblings and prove me wrong alright?....
