To Weep

You'll want to cry.

Watch him sit there by himself,
watch him sit there smoke that weed,
will he die alone alas,
or will he be a man to lead?

His eyes are bloodshot for too long,
his hair is messy and he's sick,
but he's cool in social standards,
and all the ladies call him Dick.

His mom is gone and Dad's to weep,
he doesn't care to watch his kid,
he doesn't know what's he's been through,
does he know what his son did?

Watch his teenage years go by,
watch his life collapse in time,
watch him grow to stay at home,
watch the door will turn to grime.

Watch him smoke that pot n weed,
look he's dead before your eyes,
watch him look around in pain,
and just to hope he'll realise.

Will he die before his time?
Will he miss out on his life?
Will he one day grow alone,
or will he end it with a knife?

Watch him from the street n corner,
watch him sit there with a smoke,
will he make it through the day,
or will he die a single choke?

He'll grow old to sit right there,
world-record the time is fair,
was he lost in his own mind game,
or was it a some dumb old dare?

He might cry of all lost hope,
watch him sit there cough in pain,
sometimes he will laugh like hell,
but maybe he'll just go insane.

If you want to be like him,
go sit there and smoke a pot,
he will look at you--so sad,
tangled in his lies--he's caught.

He will tell you leave right now,
he won't stop you just to cry,
maybe he will even grin,
but you know he wants to die.

Author's Note

Why build yourself up if you're just going to tear yourself down?