This Family has a tradition, in this tradition, a father is pledged to have a son, and write an entry into a leather bound journal, about his life, regrets and wishes for the future. This book is to be passed down fro mfather to son, father to son.....to give to the new generation the wisdom, history and love of the men in their bloodline......this is the story of this family's journal.......

ViS:

Another explosion...lost in a trench of bootleg potion
Far from home...bodies swim in a blood filled ocean
Corroding humanity, withstanding the terror of time
Filling souls with death, for a belief that is not mine
Blind depression, greater than any, economy's shot
Crimson soaked bills..its not just the bodies that rot
I wish I could be with you son, as you grow and live
But returning's a sin... it means that my foe could win
Script this memory to pass on and hope you can see
Through tears that blur words n soak through deciet
As my last wish is that you keep a log of your living
And pass it on to your child in a last gasp of forgiving
For the pain and hurt we cause to our seeds in dying
I'd say that I'll explain face to face...but then I'd be lying
-Dad

Darkside:

Dear son,
I gotta let you know that life's lessons never touched or gripped me
Now I'm a burn out of a father and a fucked up hippie
Do whatever you wish in life, but dont fuck with the drugs, Doug
and please dont ever drink....Irish blood lives for the "glug, glug"
It effects your decisions, just look at the mistakes I left in my wake
I know you'll be great reguardless, son, you'll be swept in by fate
just heed the wisdom I scrawl here as did my father before me
Just trust in me now, although I know you never adored me
I watched my mother lose her man for the sake of a nation that hates
please spread love and affection, for peace is in the creations we make
despite temptation and fate, try to make love and not another war
My time is almost over son, I'm headed above to knock on the door
The pain within me grows greater now, but I'll fight it till it's over
I need to let you I know I'll always love you before I slip into a coma


Hypnotik:

One fateful day,
kids at play, while brake fluid sprays
Swerve through lanes,
crushed metal frame, john doe’s the name
No identity to claim, maybe there’s a family member
No wallet just a book, and he’s too drunk to even remember
Half dead on his death bed a tear starts to drop….
As he confesses a plea for repentance his last breath
Stops……
Failing his age old promise, no journal entries found…
he made an orphan out of his daughter, no son to pass it down
Through generations many men of the family held a task
Live life happily, then give birth to a son, is all they were asked
This man couldn’t do it, a life full of wild parties and hookers
Filled his past…..
The only writings he penned were to the son he never had
Failed as a dad. But one seed seemed to slip through the crack
Her mother died at birth, fated into an group home, life’s sad.

Baron Mynd:

I spent my time as a student playing truant, in detention
Always wanting to be that "N" at the Center of Attention.
Messed up my education, its not somethin i proudly admit
But hopefully, You'll learn from those mistakes, as i did.
Before you know it, you'll be jottin ur Trials & Tribulations
for ur own son to read as its passed thru the generations.
And when that time approaches, you'll feel the same pride,
In Your Son that I Feel whenever I Look Into Your Eyes.
That feeling is in-comparable. yeah, its second to none
& You'll see, when you hear the first breath of your son.
Speaking of Which, the thought of Grand Kids is amazing,
I can imagine a mini-you now throwing a childish tantrum!
Expanding the Branches of Our Family Tree To Come,
But most importantly is that You Know: I love You, Son.

Infinite mind:

Engorging in thoughts as history turns the pages before me..
So stubborn am i that there are no tears befalling...
Enthralling chromosomal orders such as genetic obsessions..
Court is in session, and Judge XY is teaching man's lessons..
Who would have thought i'd discover a legacy not even mine..
I feel left behind in a world where females are blind..
You'll find a new addition, from a daughter to her father..
You'd rather turn the page than to accept a new target..
Genesis was past-tense, and there will be no resurrection..
From the tension of the surrounding walls I'm never to mention..
Proverbial disturbances and incessant fears of but a girl..
What a world to grow up in and what inheritance is unfurled..
I see words erasing themselves as my eyes glaze over pages..
It's like they know, it's like they see, that i cannot replace them.