Some people try accuse me of trying to teach lessons,
the truth is lessons taught me.
They flow out my skin,
because they prevented me from committing further sin.
Now they flow through my write,
and invade my entire site,
because I never want to forget,
the valuable things that help make me legit.

Every since I was knee high to a nail,
my life was on its way to fail.
I had no father or parental guidance at all,
so in this life I was doomed to fall.
As I write this recall,
I do recall,
How I prevented my fall.

The tears in my eyes,
come as no surprise.
The agony of defeat,
I did not meet.
I survived to be the person I am regardless,
and no one can accuse me of being heartless.

The truth about lessons by anybody,
is that if you want to help somebody,
You better be able to help yourself.

This I've done,
I've helped the most important one.
Myself!
No Brag,
just fact.

To get off the bottle.
To leave those drugs alone.
To Stay out of trouble.
To stay employed.

I'd say I helped myself pretty good,
so I'll just knock on wood.

My writing comes from my heart and soul,
burned in lessons that helped me mold.

No brag,

Just a matter of fact!

If they're viewed as lessons,
Well lets just get the turkey and dressings.

Celebrate!

Thanksgiving,
because I'm still living.

Blink!