what a catagory
to write
this write tonight

i went to see
my son today
he's 16
and in rehab

been on probation
for too many years
than i can remember

like his dad
bad habit's we had
but i never got caught
with what i bought
he always did

what can i say?

so it's 3 in the mornin'
i'm drinkin'
i'm thinkin'
where was i
at 16?

damn i wasn't in jail
or in rehab
that took me 'till
well 36
the first time
but how do i rhyme
to my son
don't be the pistol
a son of this gun

don't do it agin'
begein a new
just son
do what you do

i sat in a group today
anyway
there were parents
grandparents
aunt's & uncles
sisters & brothethers
(hell you knpow how i spells)

but they all had the same thing to say'
we don't know or undersatnd anyway

i looked at them
and at him
(the counsalar)
you don't have a clue
do you?
how us addictas do

be it alcoHol
or druggsssssssssssss

they all be a bugsssss

damn, hard write to finish

it never leaves us

it never forgives us

it, it, it

is always with us

alCAhool,
or drugs
they be cool
they be the slugs

they stay with us
till we die
by the way
i knew a man with 28 yrs.
he died drunk
he never thunk
that tomorrow he'd die

anyway
just ramblin' away

never think
tomorrow
is another day
it just might pass away