A father loses his place in his own family, and his son tries to fix it by becoming enough reason for his parents to love again. It’s a story warning against these paths. Watch Kid Cruz fly.

Cruise Control

Kid Cruz with nothing to lose
Fifteen and he feels insane
Got wild looking for a little something to prove
Put splatter art in his brain

He’s sad that life has no meaning
And anger comes more easily
Ask me, he needs better therapy for free
But the church would always turn him away

I worried in my bed
Jumping high, hit my head
Black and white I’m seeing red
Wonder what the doctor said

I’ll know a better day
Darker clouds just want to play
Mama, hey, can papa stay
I can tell we’ll be okay

Jump fast, jump quick,
‘Cause a candlestick
Gets nothing if it won’t ask nice

You’re better than you know and
You just gotta let it flow
Getting better than your own advice (Hey hey hey!)

Looking for a speed between 1 and 3
You know I’m always good to go
Follow me
Feeling up, touch the sky, we ain’t living ’til we die
If you want to get to finger-licking, bake that pie

Filling up on flavors left and right
Swear I’m up to good, I’m all bark, no bite
Just the media can drain
Got me feeling rather plain
So I’m nicking other names
But it’s easier than pain

That’s my little Cruz
I’m proud of him
With his voice up in the stage
Making other heads spin
If only I had known what he meant to the world
Buy a ticket to his shows
Give his life a whirl
So my boy understand
What it means to be a man
Now he never notice me
Stuck crying in the stand