If you live in your own place,
feed your own greedy face,
you're a grown azz man.
You have a right to mess up
or make a good plan.
You have a right to live with cupid,
or go down in the book of stupid.

If you're wrong in philosophies,
you might suffer some miseries.
If you're right on the philosophical take,
life might deal you a break.
But whatever you do,
you've go to do your thang,
Pick up the phone when the devil rang,
or answer God's call,
either way, right or wrong we all fall.

But while you're wobbling in the dirt,
or living it up in a suit and white shirt,
you know you did it your way,
no matter what others say.
In the end the final decision is yours,
but remember it's hard to
walk back through closed doors.

Help daddy I fail,
can you come get me out of jail?
You're own your own boy,
I tried to tell you about your toy.
Like I told you before you hit the door,
you shouldn't have knocked me
on the floor.


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