This has to be one of most personal songs that I’ve written so far. I wrote Hey Daddy on Monday and decided to write it in the form of a rap. It’s about the struggles that I’ve had with my father past and present.
I’ve had a lot of issues with my dad that I’ve never really let out and some that I haven’t even addressed, and I think I’ve touched most of them with this song.
Hey daddy why you keep pokin’?
Why you keep proddin’?
Why you keep pushin’?
Acting like you know what’s best for me.
Well you better fuckin’ snap back into reality.
Cause you and Grandma Betty keep pokin’ and thinkin’ you know what best for me.
Quoting “Oh you should do like your cousin and go to college. That’s what he did and soon he’s gonna be a Marine Biologist.”
Good for him I’m so happy for em, but listen up for once and maybe this time you’ll get through your head. I’m not my cousin and I’m not like your good nothin’ son that manages a Wal-Mart somewhere near Broomfield.
So cut the shit with the “Helpful” suggestions cause I don’t wanna hear it anymore. dammit I’m done.
You know what I wanna be, you know what I set out to do, you fuckin’ know why I moved.
I’m a writer, a songwriter, a fighter who’s not going to give up, or throw in the towel even if things get rough n tough.
So why keep judging’? Why keep turnin’ your nose up at me?
Matter a fact before you continue to judge me let’s just go through your history.
At my age you were drinking, doing and selling drugs not giving a fuck living life the way you wanted, oh and let’s see… Oh yeah you also went and got a girl pregnant at the age of 23.
After that you went to school and dreamed of being an EMT, but when your professors said that you weren’t good enough to cut it you just gave up and settled for life as a house painter.
And even then you only worked when you wanted.
I remember when I was growing up and things got real tough and Ma started poppin’ prescription pills.
Did you ever help? Did you ever lift a finger? Did you ever try to get Ma to stop?
Oh that’s right no never.
You just left it to us kids while you went off doing whatever.
Cause your worries were as light as a feather, and you didn’t give a damn what happened while Ma was under the influence.
I remember our last camping trip together.
You remember the one in 04 when you took me with you to your AA campout and introduced me to your girlfriend
What was her name again? Oh yeah crazy Mary.
You cheated on Ma right in front of me, and thought nothing of it.
Fast forward to 07 I just turned 17 and you lied to my face about another crazy woman from AA.
Remember that? After that we didn’t even so much as converse for two years.
This is your wake call.
Be more supportive, be there for me and stop being so fucking horny and stop only calling me whenever you’re not dating another crazy chick from AA.
Quit being so selfish cause this shit’s getting old and I can’t take any more of your let downs, broken promises or you’re gossiping behind my back.
I need a dad who’s there for me, who supports me, who doesn’t judge me.
You should be proud of the fact that I’m a writer, a fighter a songwriter.
You should be proud of the fact that I came up from nothin’ and that I never did any of the things you or Ma have done.
Just one more question… When you ever gonna act like my daddy?