the man who never shows his face

I do not fight back like I'd wanna
I just spit out all my karma
And it comes back twice over and over
I wanna sit back and relax
And yet I spit out all the facts
And fume and lose all of my composure
There's an anger in me
I know where it came from
Yeah, my daddy gave me all the rage I can't hold in my fist
I'm circulating all the pain he should've taken when he left
My ma says when she looks at me she sees his face
I don't take no for an answer
Least not lightly or with grace
Sometimes my sisters and I say
He would've never changed his ways
Wherever he is now
I just think it's a better place
'Cause from where I stand
I prefer the man who never shows his face