Dad My Funk Video (MV)

On any ordinary day I find myself
Reconsidering my path. It's the cross that's on my back
I sort of wish it wasn't like this I wish I had
A handle on the gift and I understood the price
I kinda think I'm going to die soon I think I've got to
Finish what I can and just simply let go

I think about a girl or two. I think about you
I don't know what I'm going to do. But nobody should care
I'm going to move to sweden, hang out with fancy people
And write down my adventures in a blog
After that I'm going to lose all my access to computers
And then I'll have to record all my thoughts in songs

I see a person roughly my age, drunk, staggering along in the dark morning rain

Anybody could spend their whole money
Account slowly over a period of life
So they are album making; getting their answers
The same people could just make a new choice
Fortune is found in the daily bread
And when you know that you'll continue to live

On an avenue full of attitude: I turn around
My back is facing to be rude. I don't see you but I still hear the sound
Out your mouth is clicking noises, it's rendering down the project
Compiling all the thoughts from the top
I might be hard to deal with but you are hard to deal with
And later I'll write all about this in my blog for you