My Friend

As i sit here drinking... 

this Budweiser, 

i sit here thinking...

smoking on my bud,

best believe i get wiser

Id like to portray, 

a story about my bud,

 Hes a father

Not your typical deadbeat, 

strong love for his daughter

One on the way,

 his path, 

Deviation, it don't bother... 

....Its a boy....

 

How do i say?

 

With these words and accuracy,

His emotions.. relay

Flippin the lead feet

Maybe Mozart on game day?.?.? 

Mafia status

willingly swims with the fishes,

rips threw these beats 

cant get enough, 

his worlds just to delicious  

 

Slow mo, hit rewind 

and let the instance replay

stuck in his own hell, 

the emotions re-haze

But the light, 

like Homer in the oceans that day 

illuminate the bat cave

but even at times 

the dark night 

all have to relive this

f**k, 

what a bad day

...........

We'll call his little girl a Siren, 

he's drawn in by her voice, 

the iceberg, no care's, 

hes driving , 

on a all to well known collision course, 

His own undoing,

 memories with her mother, 

hes reliving remorse

Old ties he's redoing, 

left with no other choice

in his eyes, hes  re-looping, 

the beat to this chorus

the sun don't shine 

in the darkest of forests

he will find his way 

this i am sure of 

until then 

i await the tour bus

to an ethical man 

that which he stands 

and rejoice in our auroras  

 

 

Author's Note

rough draft, pace n rhymes need tweeking, i know

Reviews

[silent poet]

still in all this is a lovely piece that explores the kind of man that is actually a MAN.. s**t trust me i know. nice work