paths cross on the sidewalk, u know the rules dog, dont talk, stumblin around knowin ur wrong, chillin at the bar thinkin u the bomb, go home man stop actin so strong, u know u need help, thts a fact without a doubt, u need a couselor, start figurin this shit out, instead of sittin home alone with a pout, mopin about with a frown bc u kicked urself down and now ur on the ground, down for the count, go home, pick up the phone, and get help. seriously, ur lost in ur mind, its the time, where ur unable to recognize, whts right there in front of ur eyes, while ur children's scream pain, u ought to be ashamed, this stupid mind game, tht ur playin, is overated, doesnt need to be debated, cuz its easy to see, plain n simle, like countin to three, unstable is all ur gonna be, unless u get help, cuz thts ur only option out, in this time of doubt, u hate tht we see wht a fool u made outta urself, maybe if u proved to us u were trying we'd like ya without a doubt, but this has been goin on far too long,we r not gonna sit back n watch this shit go on, u know ur in the wrong, so stop tryin to lie to yourself, u know ur unhealthy, so get urself some help! i gotta bone to pick witcha, why dont u get tht we're not out, to getcha, and look at all ur lil mistakes n point em out to ya, and try to make u feel shut out nigga? lifes tough dude, tht matters tru, its the same for everyone, including u, if u get help and u keep up with meetings, ill be there waiting to greet u with positve greetings, and you finally see things, through ur children's eyes, and realize the demise, of ur lil white lies, tht accumulate daily like sticky paper and flies, trust is hard to earn, u just need to yearn, get help and pray u learn, tht u need to turn this shit around, and pick urself up off the ground, ur a grown man dont just sit there and frown, and im not here to bash u, im just keepin it real, i have no problem with bein ur friend, thts my word, u bet its a deal.
