The Real Me You who think, you know me so well. What is it your mind tells you that I am, less than a man? Am I the lost father of an unwed daughter’s first born bastard who will grow up to be just like me. Did I leave her, without a care How would you know-you weren’t there . Am I the mother-five children, two hands who breeds like a fly and then demands. I watch my check rise-eight, nine hundred, ten while my babies are starving, I’m driving my Benz. Or am I the one who corrupted your son. Who made him take what wasn’t his. The one who pulled him into the abyss Didn’t he know You reap what you sow? Isn’t that the way the blame is laid? Raised to be a macho man forced