Conversation with Dad part 2: Father's Consent

(Son): You think you kill me with your scoff            But “Dadda” it’s what I live off            I struck a match, career blast-off!            My life needs no consent (Dad): You say this boy and you have guts            It’s either that, or you’re just nuts!            You’re just so lost, and you’ll get cuts            You don’t have the talent (Son): I’m a fetus of performance            And I’ll grow with great importance            I don’t need your help or guidance            I’ll do this on my own (Dad): You’re not alone, for we’re entwined            You won’t do this! No son of mine!            Or anyone in my bloodline            Together we are sewn (Son): At last I think I’ve found your fear            I’ll always hold your brother dear            However dad, if he were here            Ambitions, he’d rejoice (Dad): His ambitions were his blunder            From that road left him asunder            Went from top to six feet under            You can’t make that same choice (Son): I know you’re scared, but I have time            To find the ladders I must climb            Increase my joy of flow and rhyme            For who I want to be (Dad): I guess you’re right son, it’s your life            I hope you have kids, with a wife            To let you go will be my strife            But later, you’ll be free