Sixty-five years must have been too much to bear for an insecure black man living on the verge of despair.

Too much resentment and too much hate.

age.

There's nothing left to give.

Nothing for your woman, got nothing for your kids.

It's too late, nothing left to hide.

So you go your way and I'll go mine.

My father and I don't get along.

He's always right.

I'm always wrong.

We never talk.

He'd rather hide.

Preening his pride and pruning mine.

It's too late.

There's nothing left to give.

It's too late, nothing left to hide.

So you go your way and I'll go mine.

Try to talk to him.

It's too late.

Go beyond the insults and lies.

Depending on the love to keep the family alive.

I don't want to talk on account of the pressure of my blood.

I said, can't we talk on the count of love?

I'm reaching out to you.

But I love you, I love you.

Don't you love me?

He's staring straight ahead at the basketball game on his precious TV

And he never even opened his mouth.

He never even opened his mouth.

And now it's too late.

I'm left here.

Not for your woman, not for your kids.

It's too late.

Nothing left to hide.

So you go your way and I'll go mine.

it's too late to hide

So you go your way and I'll go mine.

you.

Oh, you do your way and I will mine.

You go your way.

You go your way.

Am I the man?