An open letter
An open letter to James Earl Jones

Too long since you gone,
I'm sure that mother wants another one.
But for this one I get to choose as the younger son.
I don’t give a shit if it doesn’t make sense
All these father issues gotten too dirty to rinse
It’s time you realize
No longer do I use my eyes
Oedipus ain’t got nothing on killin’ dads to get high
I’m a king of my hill, and I should’ve left the mount
Cause no prophecy I see can make me turn back the count
I'm faithful to Ma, connected through Verizon
It ain’t no fair you made her double up on “My son.”
But that’s the point, so let’s drop the facade
It’s time to get her someone with a legend like god
Someone who cares, brother, and helps if you lose
And when he talks it’s like announcin’ the news.
I'm older and worn and tired of walking alone,
So this is my open letter to Mr. James Earl Jones.

[Chorus:]
You got that Vader, Vader voice
I need that Vader, Vader voice
You got that Skywalker inner strength
I need that Skywalker inner strength

Without the Force nothing exists, without your son nothing matters
That’s why you served him up to your boss on a platter
Your career ain’t shit lest you got someone else to give it to
So don’t let your business dictate your life’s angled view
Vader didn’t need the emp’ror, he just wanted an empire
For his son to take over when finally he’d expire
A legacy, a life, a universe that’s getting hotter
Anakin was above all things a better loving father
Than one who always need the power, riches, or the fame
He just wanted his son to honor his holy name
Blast a whole planet looking for you and your sister
A dad should crush the galaxy to earn the title “mister”
He didn’t need a bottle to hide in, no veil to hide the truth
The only mask he needed wasn’t 180 proof
Don’t drink the blue milk; just be there when I wake up.

You got that Lion King advice
I need that Lion King advice
You got that Mufasa pridesome love
I need that Mufasa pridesome love

You don’t know about the land beyond the graveyard
Only a father goes there so he doesn’t make his son
And when you finally see the shit that’s out on the plains
You fucking understand how Mufasa earned his mane
A dad doesn’t grow a beard to look good or older
He just makes it a sign for his son to grow bolder
Cause on the day that you’re barely holding onto your own edge
Old scars are gonna whisper with they claws in your flesh,
“It’s just a little plummet and then the pain’s all relinquished.
Cause it ain’t homicide if you 180 your own wrist.
Flip the gun on yourself, near your mother’s smiling dimples
Place the nozzle and kneel before the steel against the temple.”
But I ain’t goin’ that way cause I belong to a pride,
And even when the primal sin begins to eat me inside
I remember that saying for the rest of my days
When Sarabi takes your place, at least I can remember your face.

You got that father figure down
I need a dad who don’t let me drown
You got those daddy issues down
I need my daddy issues drowned