[Intro]
What kind of man weeps at the feet of his wife in pain
Holds up the pink and shrieking thing and feels the throb of time?
What kind of man wraps a cloth around his waist and holds the baby to his chest
Walks through the streets swaying like a drunk in the morning?
What kind of man feels the rage of men and only swallows at his daughter's fists?
What kind of man bends to hold them in their suffering
In their questions, in their garbled turns of phrase?
What kind of man admits his failures, turns over his heavy stones
Stands at the feet of grief and wanting and does not turn away?
What kind of man becomes a father, a lasting place?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, she see my father in me
That's why she argue with me
That's why thеy can't forgive me
Yeah, rock and a hard placе, I wear a hard face
Close the door, leave my house like I'm Scarface
Yeah, sweet success that I can't taste
I heard the bang, still I'm finishing the last race
Lapping me, a year ago, yo, they was clapping me
Nobody told me that I'd lose it so rapidly
I thought this was the kind of thing that goes gradually
My hairline, the good guys, I was glad to be
Grim Reaper's catching me
(Oh) It's like I work for him
I'm being punished for the times that I would sin
When I tried to do right, still I did the wrong thing
I thought I was a king (Thought I was a king)
I thought I was a king
What kind of man weeps at the feet of his wife in pain
Holds up the pink and shrieking thing and feels the throb of time?
What kind of man wraps a cloth around his waist and holds the baby to his chest
Walks through the streets swaying like a drunk in the morning?
What kind of man feels the rage of men and only swallows at his daughter's fists?
What kind of man bends to hold them in their suffering
In their questions, in their garbled turns of phrase?
What kind of man admits his failures, turns over his heavy stones
Stands at the feet of grief and wanting and does not turn away?
What kind of man becomes a father, a lasting place?
[Verse 1]
Yeah, she see my father in me
That's why she argue with me
That's why thеy can't forgive me
Yeah, rock and a hard placе, I wear a hard face
Close the door, leave my house like I'm Scarface
Yeah, sweet success that I can't taste
I heard the bang, still I'm finishing the last race
Lapping me, a year ago, yo, they was clapping me
Nobody told me that I'd lose it so rapidly
I thought this was the kind of thing that goes gradually
My hairline, the good guys, I was glad to be
Grim Reaper's catching me
(Oh) It's like I work for him
I'm being punished for the times that I would sin
When I tried to do right, still I did the wrong thing
I thought I was a king (Thought I was a king)
I thought I was a king
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