Marshall Davis Jones - Spelling Absent Fathers lyrics

Last night I had the most interesting dream In it I was 6 years old at a national spelling bee Genius complex words like serendipity Duodenum Floccinaucinihilipilification all spelling them right up to the Last round one word that's giving me a victory The spell master clears his throat young man Your word is father, the crowd began to chatter Among themselves all Upset at the simplicity Of this final word, I look at the masters eyes His eyes saying everything's going to be okay If you do it and I realized I dazed off, young Man your word is father I stood up straight Licked my lips, and began, Father, M-O-T-H-E-R Father spell master looks at me, looks at his flash Card he says I'm sorry, but you're incorrect. Wait wait; see I don't think he understands, See my father is sitting right in the audience. “Excuse me?” I'm sorry son, you're incorrect Well you sir can save your sorry apologies because You must mean incorrect as in within the parameters Of being right let me explain something to you obviously you Aint grown up where pops were rollin stones down the hills Of women's backsides and when he comes, all he left us was alone Where menstrual men stroll around on bikes and fathers balanced Their Menstrual 2 jobs 2 kids and life on a unicycle and it looked something like This, breastfeeding with one arm, phone on the shoulder, cooking with the Other arm and cleaning with one leg and tying sneakers with their teeth Young fathers who make mistakes because they are not all perfect but the One mistake they'd never make is abandoning their seed you see fathers Are master gardeners they tend to every leaf removing the weeds placing Us in the windows of opportunity so we can lean towards the sun so we can never Forget that the sky is the limit planting kisses on our cheeks, hugs on our backs Growing their love on us the best way they know how, like my father, my father Lived a deadly nightmare so I can live my dreams, my father awarded me in blood sweat and tears, in hopes that'd I'd be ripe for the harvest, and I hope that I'll be as great as a father As she was for me you did not ask me to spell dead beat sir but if you'd like dead beat Here it is F-A-T-H-E-R D-A-D D-A-D-D-Y P-O-P P-O-P-S if you'd like the slang, you asked me To spell father and where I am from in my life father is and has been and always will be spelled M-O-T-H-E-R so open your encyclopedias show me your flashcards, open your dictionaries Cause what Webster says, means nothing around here, around here my father is sitting right there, and I love her