I already know that my son's life is worth more than mine is,
that's why anyone who messes with him I will leave spineless,
maybe even a child. Why? Maybe because I'm childish.
Does everyone think it's easy for me to not lead my son to violence;
When every single day I can see the devil smiling?
So many sad stories to tell, and I can't stand the sound of all the violins.
Sometimes I tell myself 'Rodney, this is where the line is',
'cause I don't want my son doing the same stupid things that I did.
Sometimes I just step over it all and close my tired eyelids,
and pretend to be like most people. Do what I want, then just deny it.
I teach him to be peaceful when I just really want to start up riots,
for I am not the greatest person, but I've created one of the finest.
I can't protect him from everything, but that don't mean I won't keep tryin',
for along with his mother, together we've the pride of a team of lions.
We do everything for one another, and we are the strongest alliance
that's ever graced this earth with our love, created from mad science.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem