The glory days, a story told so many ways, but let me phrase it for beginners in a maze, I'm more than happy just to welcome you within mom & pop shops, barbershops, liquor stores, candyhouse, sugar daddies, we all together in the Sunday Service, it was the one day, we all got along with new purpose, my brother on the block thinks it's beauty on the surface, but he knows goody 2 shoes bad when it's time to walk the walk and rehearse it, he quickly killed my spirit so I ride with my boy, he a real *****, but his tangibles are ****** up, he's trash only treasure to the trash that allows him, to talk ****, you talked back and he lost it, I can't defend you, cause it offends me how you took it first, he's not the first to make excuses, or just to prove a point by pointing out he points the finger at the one who has his hands up, winning our sympathy, made a run for his money, but he just, had his hands out and we said "**** him!", were we a helping hand to his demise?, I'm buried in my hands deeper than he'll ever be, do you feel me?, get a kick out of it as I kick another line, kicking rocks at a crossroads, and soon you'll kick the can, I chose to kick my habit when I lost both legs as a veteran that lost his own mind with the feds, & company.