Author: Mark Spencer
It was another life I lead those years ago,
A life of anger, and pain you'd never want to know.
It started when I found out my girl was with child.
We were still in high school, still young and wild.
When our parents found out about the baby she carried,
They made some arrangements and soon we were married.
The years flew from there and the life kindled my rage.
I blamed my first son for putting me in this cage.
I made the boy suffer for what he did to me!
I beat him every day from the time he was three!
And when he grew up it came as no big surprise,
When he packed up his bags and he said his goodbyes.
He spent some time in jail for possession of drugs.
The guys he hung around with were crack heads and thugs.
He married some junkie who was strung out on coke.
What didn't go up her nose, she'd sit all day and smoke.
He became a dealer, made bank selling cocaine.
He bought himself a mansion and a private plane.
He was happy with his life, the limit was the sky.
He threw a party when he heard that I was going to die.
But the cheers wouldn't last more news was on the way.
His wife would tell him something that would ruin his day.
She had been to the doctor who gave her his views.
She rushed home to my son to tell him the news.
She said she was pregnant, about two months along.
But his was a life where children didn't belong.
I died three months later, my son never came by.
And I really can't blame him for not saying goodbye.
I drifted for a while, then was drawn toward a light.
Within I met an angel, 'twas a beautiful sight.
But the news I was given made the light go black.
He said, for you to learn your lesson you must go back.
Thus I was born again to a father just like me.
Who beat me every day from the time I was three.
So listen to my tale, if it's not too much bother.
The circle is complete, my son is now my father.
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