Born a baby boy of need,
birthed from my father and mothers seed.
Started out sucking the titty,
grew older only to struggle in the city.
Everyday was a dog gone hassle,
to survive I had to fight, struggle and wrestle.

My ends were always short,
but I never would use drugs or snort.
At one time I did grab the bottle,
found out alcohol didn't go with my throttle.
It was hard to quit drinking,
it was a need I couldn't seem to quit thinking.

Big boy grew to be a man,
found out that I needed a good plan.
Couldn't quite stomach the pistol in my hand,
So I got educated instead,
still my ends stayed in the red.
When we're first born from our parents seed,
we have no idea how great our need.
But we find out the cost,
deal with it or remain lost.
 

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