Generational Patterns: The Unspoken Truth Between Father and Son

I heard you giving fades now. Hmm?
It’s better than catching them.
God’s plan.
It was his plan to have you in the same city as your son
and never mention it.
God, here she goes.
Always on my back like the damn.
You know what, mom?
That’s why I don’t wanna do this.
Mom! Mom! Mom!
See, this is what I’m saying.
But this is so much anger between us.
Maybe that’s how it’s always gonna be.
I guess I was just hoping for one day where we could sit down
and just have a conversation. No drama.
I’m sorry, baby.
I’m sorry.
You’re in the driver’s seat now,
okay?
Look, Lou,
last time I saw you,
you laughed at me for saying I wanted more for my life.
I’m not gonna lie, that pissed me off.
Did you mess your life up so bad that you can’t even root for mine?
No.
I want everything for you, son.
It’s just hard. Cause when I look at your life,
it’s like looking at myself in the mirror.
No disrespect,
but you don’t know me like that.
Well, maybe you don’t know me like that.
And now is your chance to tell him.
I told you about my daddy being locked up.
Yeah, well, he died behind bars.
A year later, my mama passed too.
Just like that.
Both parents gone.
Same age as you.
I didn’t know that.
So I moved in with my grandparents.
New house, new life.
Sound familiar?
My granddaddy try to keep me straight,
but by junior year,
I just dropped out of school.
To do what? Everything.
I have no business doing the streets.
Be a motherfucker. But I ain’t gotta tell you that
you was in them, too.
When I dropped out of high school, I left basketball behind.
That was the only good thing in my life back then.
Crazy how history repeats itself.
As a father, there’s so much I want to tell you.
But I guess I lost that right.
And, yeah,
I get angry because I see a son
making the same damn mistakes.
There’s nothing I could do about it.