To the Kids That I Might Never Have

(CHORUS)
To my son,
To my daughter.
I'd love to hear you call me "dad",
But, if I decide to take a pass,
This is to the kids that I might never have.
(bis)

(VERSE 1)
To Blake.
That's always been my favourite name for a girl.
I think about you a lot.
I think I could rise you to be smart,
Strong,
Teach you how to love.

But thare's a voice in my gut.
It's soft, but it's deep
If I listen quietly,
Past my own wants and needs.
It's cautioning me
Not to bring you into being,
That we're dealing with something larger than you and me.

See,
I would try to give you the world, baby girl,
Just like every dad tries.
But I'm afraid of what lies ahead,
I'm afraid of the planet we're leaving behind,
Courtesy of mankind
For you to inherit.

See, I'm afraid
That you'd live through pain.
Repercussions of past generations living greedily:
Abusing the planet,
Taking water, animal, land for granted.
There's no way around it.

We're headed for changes
And it could be rough sailing for a bit.
Call me a pessimist,
Call me a liberal dick,
But I'm scared of bringing a child into this.

Feel counterintuitive to give you breath
At a time when so much is dying,
When we're at war with the home that gave us life.
God's gift became a virus.
Miraculous species left unchecked for too long.
We've become gods,
We've raped the Heaven we landed on.

And it's not your fault, it's ours,
Which makes it seem all the more selfish
To drop the responsabilities into your palms
To deal with our problems long after we're gone.
It should be us to suffer through what we've caused,
Not our sons and daughters.
Where does the buck stop?

Which is why I'm hesitant to bring you next to me.
Not to say there won't be love and beauty,
But we're headed for shifts humanity has never seen.
So excuse me
If I wanna protect you from what it could be:
Disastrous and obscene.

Look at me, hm,
You're not even a being
And there goes my fatherly instincts
To protect you.

I can be paranoid, it's true.
Call me young, dumb,
When none of this comes to fruit.
And I'd love to be wrong.
I would love to be wrong.
I'd love to see you,
But these are my thoughts.
Maybe they'll change
In a decade or two,
When I'm oler,
Wiser,
Have more to offer you.

I don't know,
I guess we'll wait and see.

(CHORUS)
To my son,
To my daughter.
I'd love to hear you call me "dad",
But, if I decide to take a pass,
This is to the kids that I might never have.
(bis)

(VERSE 2)
Jayden,
Feel like I owe you an explanation
For my decision making.
I have no doubt in your ability
To be a defference maker.
But I'll be cut and dry, big guy:
The difference maker
In our lives right now is less lives.
Might sound cold,
But these words come
From my love of all the world holds.

I could say:
"Fuck it, I don't care.
A couple of kids won't make a difference out of billions.
No one else is gon' make changes,
Why should I?
It's my life.
I should live the way I want, 'cuz
One day Imma die.
No one cares if I
Have one kid or five,
It' my right.
Legacy is so important.
My genes are my fortune,
Must ensure my name survives".
Mm-hmm.

Breeding for legacy will end us.
Breeding for boredom'll end us.
If we don't start thinking about the impact
A child has on the planet. We'll be dust
When nothing exists to check us.

Can we step up?
Hive mind has to exit,
Small minds have to think big.
This is more massive than right wing-left wing politics.
Feels impossible to make a difference,
But it's worth a shot, isn't it?

At what point do we have the hard conversation?
The biggest threat to us is us procreating.
Jayden,
I'm not saying you wouldn't be a wonderful asset to me,
But this isn't about me.
You're still flesh and blood,
A human being,
Using resources like the rest of us.

The world will inevitably feel your impact
Whether you're a president or a monk.
That's not your fault,
But the world is shouldering a lot
And the timing might be off
For me to come to your basketball games
And watch how you hit the last shot.
And that sucks.

I'm not ruling it out, son.
The world could still be a hell of a lot of fun.
But the Earth's changing,
And right now...
It needs a little less of us.

(CHORUS)
To my son,
To my daughter.
I'd love to hear you call me "dad",
But, if I decide to take a pass,
This is to the kids that I might never have.
(bis)

(VERSE 3)
"Sometimes I think I should have you
Because I'd raise you better.
You'd be kinder,
Smarter,
Woke as fuck,
A world trend-setter,
Little superheroes making the world greater than you left it.

>> Beacon of light amidst the
reckless fuckheads who don't give two shits.
Watch this family change the world like the Kennedy's did,
Erected in history books and monuments.
'Cuz my genetics are the shit, bruh,
The world needs my seed more than some dumb redneck in Nebraska.
Darwins says 'spread your semen, we need it'.
Idiocacy's happening, ask Mike Judge.
Ignorant idiots popping out kids,
We need to balance the scale with intelligence.
But I don't think entering a baby making contest
Against a family from East Texas is gonna sove this.

Superiority complex makes for bad for kids,
And "I'm not accounting for the fact you'd have minds of your own,
Dreams that don't coincide with my goals:
A serial killer who doesn't recycle,
Wear cats faces as masks,
Spend your life playin' Warcraft,
Nights shifts as a janitor,
Grow up to be a Hitler.
I can't force you to be Ghandi,
That shit's outta my hands".

Mostly,
Changing the world shouldn't be your responsability,
A burden you shouldn't have to carry.
That's a choice you make,
Not me.
If I brought you here,
It's 'cuz I want you to live happily.
That's what makes me worry.
There's the pessimism again.

Spouting off about the end of Humanity,
I don't think it's the end,
But it damn sure is a new beginning.