so I blog for a quick fix...

spend days wondering if my son really gets these lessons

all work and no sleep like graveyard shift
if I have to build it by hand I’ll do it brick by brick
I ain’t complaining don’t get me wrong
just wanna know that it will all pay off
and I’m not talking about gates of heaven opening
I want my thoughts sprayed on the soul of the boy who never thought he was worth it
the one that thought he needed a razor to shed tears
cause the only difference between me and him is that I replaced the razor with a bic pen

I spend days wondering if my son will really get these lessons

if the game was based on passion
I’d be the champion
never retire never sit bench
I’ll take my last breath with the fans in the stands cheering the next man with no plan but to win

Labels: poem