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When I was young, I chased only fun, My head all filled, with stupid. I wrecked some cars, Got into fights, Broke some bones, never learned my lesson. There was back then, A guiding Light, That tried to shine From within my Father. He knew the ropes, Had run the course, He'd even been in prison, But me, well, I was too **** dumb" to listen. We butted heads, The Old Man and me, I remained too stubborn, to heed His hard won Sage wisdom. To me back then, his words, sounded silly, at my age then, I reckoned I knew everything. When he died, We all cried, After all he was my Father. But gone is gone, And I wanted fun, Off I went to find it. In a bar, the "Memphis Star", A guy pulled a knife to stab me. In a full blind rage, I triggered my hate And stole that man's Life forever. All hell commenced, and My Everything changed forever. Now as I sit here thinking Within this rank prison, I dearly wish that to My old Daddy's wisdom, I would have devoted, more attention. Tomorrow mornin', A Hangman's comin', and at the end of my own rope, I will be surely hangin'.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Lessons
When I was young, I chased only fun, My head all filled, with stupid. I wrecked some cars, Got into fights, Broke some bones, never learned my lesson. There was back then, A guiding Light, That tried to shine From within my Father. He knew the ropes, Had run the course, He'd even been in prison, But me, well, I was too **** dumb" to listen. We butted heads, The Old Man and me, I remained too stubborn, to heed His hard won Sage wisdom. To me back then, his words, sounded silly, at my age then, I reckoned I knew everything. When he died, We all cried, After all he was my Father. But gone is gone, And I wanted fun, Off I went to find it. In a bar, the "Memphis Star", A guy pulled a knife to stab me. In a full blind rage, I triggered my hate And stole that man's Life forever. All hell commenced, and My Everything changed forever. Now as I sit here thinking Within this rank prison, I dearly wish that to My old Daddy's wisdom, I would have devoted, more attention. Tomorrow mornin', A Hangman's comin', and at the end of my own rope, I will be surely hangin'.
Not autobiographical, thanks be to all the Gods. But I have met this guy. Perhaps we all have. Some people can not get out of there own way or learn from their own mistakes until it's too late.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
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