Forged In FuryTotal Recall

"My father gave me that drive, gave me that fire in the belly" "And with a message, whatever you do Arnold" "BE USEFUL" Gustav's law, a leaden sky, no sun could penetrate, His word, the hammer, my young will, the anvil of my fate. Sawdust prayers for breakfast, before the milk was even poured, Ten-page sermons on Sunday's deeds, meticulously scored. A mispronounced vowel, a misplaced comma, a universe of wrong, Fifty lines of penance, boy, to make your spirit strong. Or break it. That was the gamble, in that house of rigid lines, Where affection was a currency, hoarded in his private mines. He'd conduct the gendarmerie band, then conduct our lives with force, A symphony of "shoulds" and "musts," altering my life's course. The schnapps-soaked Friday furies, a weekly, violent opera, Woke to shatters, mother's whimpers, then the silence, post-trauma. This ain't just discipline, this a pressure cooker's hiss, Building something volatile, sealed with a father's fist. He thought he molded soldiers, obedient and tame, But in that heat, rebellion brewed, whispering my name. "BE USEFUL! NO EXCUSES! EARN YOUR KEEP!" The schoolhouse mirrored home, a different kind of cage, Priests with rulers, teachers striking, turning a new page Of pain. Bounced my friend's face off a desk, for talkin' out of turn, Two front teeth a sacrifice, another lesson learned: Authority's a fickle beast, it bites the hand that's meek. So I learned to bite back harder, turn the other goddamn cheek? Nah, I stored the slights, the petty tyrannies, the daily, dull despair, Each one a log upon the fire, polluting Thal's clean air. He'd say, "You're special, meant for more," but his actions screamed deceit, Or maybe he just saw the future, rising from beneath his feet. This ain't a diss track to my pops, more a psychological sketch, Of how a boy with nothin' much, can learn to truly stretch Beyond the borders of his pain, and flip the script with style, Turn every lash into a ladder, climb it for a mile. So thank you, Gustav, for the fury and the fear, You showed me every wall I had to conquer, crystal clear. Yeah, the ghost of your decree, still echoes in my ear, But now it sounds like rocket fuel, banishing all fear.