My Fathers Men

It’s always the same-It starts with my name.
They size up my frame, They can’t hear a thing, just what they would change.
It’s not what I asked for, don’t care what you think.
This is my story, your time came before me,
So sit down and let me sing.

Hands off the merchandise,
You can’t rewrite my lines.
With all the trinkets in the sky,
You’ll never have what’s in my mind.
I know my weight in gold,
The power that I hold.
Who are you again?
I’m sick of my fathers men.

What does this look like? You should know by now.
You’ve been eyeing me, Spying me,
I’m not your honey bee, Sit down and shut up, Or boy just get out.
I’ll pray for peace, but I’ll fight for change.
No I won’t keep it sweet, I’ll pour myself neat,
You can choke on the beat when I let myself out.