1998 - 2010

I'm forced to reside

In my father's silhouette

I've thought of ways to escape

And find freedom in my own skin

But there's got to be a way

To be who I choose to be

Without a gun to my head

Held by my family

You couldn't understand

Following in the footsteps

Of a dead man

Pushed to be

Who he couldn't be

Finishing his success story

Instead of starting my own

Either way he still lives

Inside of me

Let's keep him in the grave

Where he's supposed to be

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Written January 3, 2005

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