Here’s a song about mixed legacies and being a product of other people’s questionable decisions and what you maybe could learn from that.
Here’s a song about a guy who has none of what the kids call ‘game.’ A guy quite unlike myself, I assure you. (Cough.)
If you spend the best of yourself on those who don’t matter, what’s left for those who do?
When I manage to be nowhere other than where I am, I’m usually in pretty good shape. No hitting the escape hatch. No slipping off to somewhere else.
If possible, you’ll want to imagine this sung in the style of Marty Robbins.