Insight

Sitting here with nothing on my mind
but my dreams.
Got the money in my pocket
and a wife on the scene
got the life of speak,
as I say, in Massey,
and no sign of the situation change.
You believe that the shit
would be different for me.
But it's not the romance of money to the family.
The love play
on my conscience
have consciously robbed
by the years go by,
see the
boxes get crossed and got
sloshed a couple of times.
But the trouble was I got hooked to
bottles of scotch.
Now I'm 32 and the bottles are stuffed.
The moment of the story
came a long way not being dropped by.
Everybody already slipped up.
But Jesus and nobody here
helping to pick up the pieces.
Though Hamouda
want to just piss up
and leave this all wars for Rahbar.
Maybe subparts the teachers
trying to fix what I didn't know
is broken and hope and
I'm not a lost cause.
I have chosen to turn this shit around champeen over the boat to and
unknown fuckin notion.
How the fuck am I supposed to do this?
Discover who I am.
Find a lover who's fine
with ojisan sodas,
doesn't want wine,
or the finer things in life, doesn't
mine.
I'm not bailable and brokers'.