The Son

Son I think it's time we spoke
Recently you've seemed remote
You've got it in you to be great
I've planned your progress to the grave
You're going to make your father proud
In a way I will allow
Your potential will be shown
Your success dictates my own

Swallowed pride sticks in craw
Learn to cope imperfectly
Learn to take life on the jaw
Son, you'll fit in perfectly

Don't you cry, don't you bawl
Or I'll give you something to cry for
Go through life with iron fists
A punch avoided's a victory missed
You're going to make your father proud
In a way I will allow
Your potential will be shown
Your success dictates my own

Swallowed pride sticks in craw
Learn to cope imperfectly
Learn to take life on the jaw
Son, you'll fit in perfectly
Know your place, keep in line
And you'll get on famously
Live your life just like mine
Welcome to my legacy