One, two What is my legacy? It's something I can't control or go get to see I have been told that I'm humble and modest But possible outcomes are somehow offending me And I don't get it, see Did I go left or did I take the right? Either way I could end in the same destination I hate what I'm saying. I miss both my sons and my wife who's a widow now God, did I leave her to sit there and pray then Now she's the one dealing with all my business I was the one who spilt food in the kitchen But she's been assigned to wash my dirty dishes I can't really think about this in nice light I was never really one in the limelight I understand people say I was kind, right I fought the right fights, but I had big twists No matter how I'm remembered: revered or dismembered There's aspects my wife and my kids missed They only saw me when I needed AA but When at her wedding I gave her I don't think that I was built for this limbo Never liked Hades, abysses, or symbols I don't think I could get tested for credence In anything higher, I never believed it Or at the least, I really never followed it All of my friends in Iran liked to swallow it They always told me to shoot for the promised land