You ain't a bruddah
Me and you ain't from the same muddah
Not Hawaiian but Flipping
Islanders none the same...

So why can't we folk find
Something closer
To a common ground
Even if metaphorically spoken

Why can't I seem to trust you
Knowing we're both
Somewhat bent and broken
But uniquely so

Individually our pasts haunt us,
Still, I get the feeling
That you're playing me
For a fool I know myself to be

But I'm the kindaguy
Who can't help but want to see
The best in most
The bright side of life

But I guess you're right
When you and I were getting high
Can't trust anyone even your own
And now I think I know

What desperations do to those
Who are driven to do as they wilt
But I'm the kindaguy who
Can't stand any more ****

Especially when doing unto
Others I did better than for myself
Thanks for the lesson
It's me I have to help...

*(Good luck in all you do too...sige)