Who ought to be blamed
They ought to be ashamed
Who ought to be blamed for such a rule
The rule of treating mothers and children so cruel
Who's responsible for telling all fathers to leave
'Tis a tradition thing I ought to believe
One thing I'd want to know
To where do they all go

Is there some place out there, some place in the wild
For the fathers whom have run out on his woman and child
If there is, I'd like to take a visit
So I could ask him, my father "what is it ?"
What made him decide to do it
And why the decision of going through it
I think it must have taken too much strength out
To create a being; how could one do, then live without

This 'world' with only parent
At times makes one feel so transparent
Though there are people out there
Whom have found piece within and doesn't really care
There is still the majority, confused.
Wondering why, why they had to be refused
I am one of them, one of the majority
Wondering who gave my father the authority

I won’t hesitate thought, I must haste to mention
That I get everything I want, seems like a pension
That's how I see it, for the only father I know
Is his money, or rather my mom who helps me to grow
I'd like to let him know no matter what I've gotten
I wish he could be locked up in pain and left there to rotten
I'd also want him to know I realized it wasn't his plan
It's just that any man can make a baby, but to be a father takes a real man