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letra de sympathy for the devil - emilio rojas

v[verse one: emilio rojas]
first love, i know you haven’t forgiven me
for all the women i seen up in the philippines
when i’m unzippin’ jeans, living like a liba-teen
leavin’ you and the kids at home alone, missin’ me
i wasn’t ready for all them responsibilities
or them long nights in them hotels, it was k!llin’ me
but growin’ up, i saw my own father cheatin’
and my mama cryin’ so the cycle has repeated
i know my son, he understands why i’m leavin’
and i feel bad lyin’, sayin’ that i’m gonna see him
but his sister’s too young to get my reasons
or wrap her head around all the sh-t that she was seein’
but i was broke so i never threw a dollar in
i disappeared, i knew that you would provide for them
i wasn’t fair, i wasn’t there for guidin’ them
but i just wasn’t ready to be a father yet, i’m sorry

[verse two: emilio rojas]
my first daughter, you’re beautiful with your mother’s eyes
i’m sorry i wasn’t there to sing you lullabies
i’m sorry i never shared with you this other side of me
but it was hard, i lived a double life
i took another wife, i gave you a sister
but i was never there enough to claim that i missed her
and it was never fair to her the way that i did her
and left you both without a father for the sake of my mistress
i’m in caracas, you blossomed and now you such a gem
the only thing that i taught you was not to trust in men
and now you single and hostile and i been wonderin’
if i could be the reason that you not wantin’ the other s-x
i wasn’t ready for fatherhood, i’ll admit it
but everything i did, i promise you, i regret it
wish i could be the one you walk into at your wedding
i’m a coward, i won’t ask for forgiveness but i’m sorry

[verse three: emilio rojas]
yeah, i gave you my name, i gave you my pain too
you my first son, it’s a mistake that i shamed you
it’s true your birth wasn’t expected but you were such a blessin’
now i’m the reason you angry and you got such aggression
never was a question of whether you like me
it’s whether you like it or not, we livin’ at high speeds
women at night leave but here’s a bit of advice
you die lonely, it’d get rid of that vice
a child only sees the glamorous side of a philanderin’ life
but i know you saw the damage it caused
i’m sorry that you had to see me put my hands on your mom
and i jetted and made her handle it all
here’s a man that was wrong
a real man would be strong and hold his family down
not abandon his home to chase some -ss around
i understand that you grown and that you past it now
and that my chances of knowin’ you all shattered now, i’m sorry

- emilio rojas

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