VERSE 1
After nine months of tummies being swollen
Welcome to the world, Gunther Golan
Can’t find your momma? Neither can I
Like a broken resolution, kiss her goodbye
Even I don’t know how you came to me
Must have been a night of drunken misery
But I can’t stand the taste of Budweiser
Another drug kept me from being the wiser
VERSE 2
Sorry for the disappointment, my little guy
Don’t have the patience or money to raise you right
Only resource I have is a life full of baggage
Potential turned to shit like eating too much cabbage
I could get a nice job flipping other people’s burgers
But that won’t offset all my fantasies of murder
Even if I had a million dollars in my bank
The screams still grated, the diapers still stank
VERSE 3
I can’t afford a car to drive you to school
So they give you D’s and C’s and label you a fool
Only option for you is to join the military
Where survivor’s guilt is their burden to carry
Another piece of meat for the sausage grinder
Another statistic in the government binder
This could have been avoided with a simple abortion
But instead the system plotted all this extortion
VERSE 4
After all the trauma and the baby mamma drama
All I had to show was a check from Obama
That was years ago, time flies like a vulture
Makes meals of us all, it’s American culture
We all had dreams at one point or another
Maybe you dreamed of having your own brother
But your legacy ends here, Mr. Gunther Golan
An endless stream of shit like cancer in the colon
FINAL LINE
But I’d give anything to bring you back…
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