Growing up, my momma had a picture of a sailboat hanging on our wall
See our yawl, was a green sailboat on a backdrop of shower falls
And as I recall, both my parents weren’t exactly the sailing type
But then again, as a kid I was rarely right on those marry nights
When my pops used to sing me Barry White when I’d cower from my scary sights
But one day, I asked my mom & she said that sailing was much like the married life
It took perfect harmony & balance from the blowing breeze & the simple sea
It was simple see; one can’t exist without the other, so the wind shall breathe
And the sea shall speed, propelling the sailboat in its proper direction
Much like parents & their seeds when they direct them, this is why I respect them
My mom then said that we may not sail but marriage is all about compromise
Oh momma, how I love you; I thank God how I got your eyes & pops old guise
And pops so wise so I asked for his opinion on the matter of the sailboat
Then I went from riding his coattails to writing his tale’s quotes so I shall quote
“The world is a river where if you take a look in, you’ll see it in reverse
Where mentor becomes torment & the blessed need curse life’s a play you can’t rehearse
But all is not lost; generally, a generation can go through genesis
And embrace gentleness to become the gentry despite gender, then in bliss
We can live, no matter how hard the wind blows at your sails, you weather the storm
And whether it storms, the best of navigators will never be warned
Or ever be worn, they could navigate a sailboat through the blowing rain”
So I’m showing pain & owning strains from a growing brain & I’m knowing plain
And simple that my pops can grasp concepts I couldn’t begin to comprehend
Shoot, I didn’t even understand what he said there but I’ll pretend
And maybe one day, it’ll make sense & I can become that navigator
Smart with brains like a calculator and the heart of a gladiator
And I’ll make both my momma & my poppa proud of the person I’ve become
Because love is the opposite of opinions, see everybody needs one
Maybe one day, that day will come but to this day their advice is still lost on me
So I stand staring at the picture hoping to gain the sailboat’s philosophy
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And as I recall, both my parents weren’t exactly the sailing type
But then again, as a kid I was rarely right on those marry nights
When my pops used to sing me Barry White when I’d cower from my scary sights
But one day, I asked my mom & she said that sailing was much like the married life
It took perfect harmony & balance from the blowing breeze & the simple sea
It was simple see; one can’t exist without the other, so the wind shall breathe
And the sea shall speed, propelling the sailboat in its proper direction
Much like parents & their seeds when they direct them, this is why I respect them
My mom then said that we may not sail but marriage is all about compromise
Oh momma, how I love you; I thank God how I got your eyes & pops old guise
And pops so wise so I asked for his opinion on the matter of the sailboat
Then I went from riding his coattails to writing his tale’s quotes so I shall quote
“The world is a river where if you take a look in, you’ll see it in reverse
Where mentor becomes torment & the blessed need curse life’s a play you can’t rehearse
But all is not lost; generally, a generation can go through genesis
And embrace gentleness to become the gentry despite gender, then in bliss
We can live, no matter how hard the wind blows at your sails, you weather the storm
And whether it storms, the best of navigators will never be warned
Or ever be worn, they could navigate a sailboat through the blowing rain”
So I’m showing pain & owning strains from a growing brain & I’m knowing plain
And simple that my pops can grasp concepts I couldn’t begin to comprehend
Shoot, I didn’t even understand what he said there but I’ll pretend
And maybe one day, it’ll make sense & I can become that navigator
Smart with brains like a calculator and the heart of a gladiator
And I’ll make both my momma & my poppa proud of the person I’ve become
Because love is the opposite of opinions, see everybody needs one
Maybe one day, that day will come but to this day their advice is still lost on me
So I stand staring at the picture hoping to gain the sailboat’s philosophy
