Jimmy Tucker, was a real little fucker,
Never listened once to his mum or dad’s offer.
Told them all he knew best, thought he was tough,
But his wild ways? Yeah, they sure weren’t enough.
He ran the streets with no care or plan,
Thought he was grown, thought he was a man.
But trouble found him, no place to hide,
Caught in the law’s grip, had nowhere to slide.
Six months behind bars, cold and gray,
Jimmy learned lessons the hard, rough way.
Still with that fire, that reckless spark,
Though the world had darkened, he’d left his mark.
Now he’s out, still chasing his luck,
Jimmy’s still that wild little fucker,
But no matter the mess, or how much he’s struck,
He’s always my kid, my stubborn little plucker.
No comments:
Post a Comment