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My old man ain’t around anymore,
He died of a heart attack all alone.
It’s a **** shame, I know.
I hardly remember his voice anymore.

I remember when he broke his leg crabbing,
We got to ride in an ambulance.
Id do it again just to hear you say,
Everything is gunna be ok.

My old man wasn’t lying,
When he said this world was harsh.
I’ve been burnt enough times,
To hold that **** close to my heart.

I didn’t plan on this pain,
That love leaves behind.
It’s a stain I can’t erase.
I try my best to keep this pace.

My old man would say,
**** what they say.
Just do your best and be true.
I love him, I know he loved me too.

I remember the call.
From my mom saying he wouldn’t wake up.
**** that day.
Nothing was the same.

I never saw the old man again.
His face is burned in my head.
I remember everything,
He told me, till this day.
Sin
Smoking my last cigarette
In the cold New Jersey wind.
I feel young again,
But I’m older than I think.
There’s alone
And then there’s all by yourself.
Leave those feelings,
Up on the shelf.
Take shot to feel warm,
Your heart was born to feel pain.
These ghost that haunt these halls,
They carry such a burden on them.
Kiss the love of your life,
And watch her leave.
She was never yours,
She sank her teeth.
Into your yellow skin,
You’re such a fool to believe,
This girl is filled with sin.
You’re old and dying,
And you’re tired.
You can’t keep your eyes open,
Long enough to see time pass.
Oh you’re so behind, you’re stuck in the past.
You’re one last breath from death,
But you won’t give up.
You whispered you ain’t giving up for God.
You old twisted soul,
You always find a way to make them pay.
And by them I mean the ones who loved you now and till death.
It be gift if you just went.
It was early November,
When the police chief knocked on your door.
Said they found your son,
Dead in his car.
He died instantly,
Felt no pain.
But you’ll be dealing with the after math,
Way past spring.
There was a half moon above,
As you swallowed the truth.
You would never see him outlive his youth.
And they prayed for him at church,
And they lit candles.
But you didn’t see him laughing in the back.
You want him back,
But there’s no going back.
He’s gone for good.
That half moon came back,
But he was still dead.
And you couldn't deal with it at all.
So you stand at his grave every half moon,
In  a dark cemetery.
And you cry and you scream,
And you curse at God.
But it doesn’t make any difference at all.
The devil was in the corner
When you said goodbye to your mother.
You thought yourself more heaven,
But it was hell the got you in the end.
You’ll make new friends,
And keep it cool,
Between you and your new friends.
They’ll think you’re cool,
You tell stories of the before.
Make someone laugh,
It will give you credibility.
I’ll write you letters till you’re sick of me..
I’ll wonder do you miss me?
Don’t let go,
There’s someone hanging out on for dear life.
You’re bored of the life you have now.
It was more interesting before.
All the violence,
And bad attitudes.
Do not do it,
Do not let yourself slip.
Under current flows,
Let it be your peace.
Your religious mind,
Has you weak.
Cast your spell,
And try to miss it.
Your soul is bound,
To this unproven lie.
Don’t throw stones,
In this glass house
Just whisper softly,
Don’t bring this house to the ground.
Don’t shatter everything,
Let it be, let it go.
Don’t be the star,
In this reality show.
I’ve seen this ending,
I know the way that it goes.
I was drinking wine out of a solo cup,
When the shots rang out.
I saw the blood from the start,
It really looked like it hurt.
They tried to **** the president.
America are you sure?
The secret service was fast,
They covered him like a breaking story.
The reporters said it was gory,
But he was ok.
It only grazed his ear,
He pumped his hands in the air.
And I don’t care,
Who you are.
In that moment you said,
what the **** am I watching.
It’s all a blur,
They went to a commercial break.
It all looked so fake,
Like the moon landing.
They said he lived,
He’s in a hospital bed.
Talking the same nonsense,
He could have been dead.
But it doesn’t make a difference,
They don’t care.
It’s all a dream,
And we all have one.
It’s what it means to you,
Do you care enough?
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