every week
i seek some time with my son
despite the time that we done
he's still my son
he's in re-hab
for the hab-it he had
sad
bad
i be an old hippie
dune my share a junk
as i look back it stunck
then i just got drunk
so i go ever week
to speak
to hear
other parent's fears
for those so dear
to them
it ain't ever occured to them
it might happen to them
but then
when
most just smoke
take a toke or 3 or 4
even more
some abuse others
cocain & smack
they never get back
or maybe it's a drink
and they think
nuthin of it'
cause it ain't the same membrain
that got their daughter or son
where they be a pistol
a son of a gun
on the run
been done
i be an old hippie
from yippie kye yay
back in another day
done it a different way
i've had friends
who lived 'till the ends
of there day
yippir kay
yeahyou passed away
alcohol
was my drug of chose
my drug of abuse
what's the use?
cocaine
methane
amphintimenes
know what i means
downers
or uppers
if that be your suppers
you still suffer
it's feelin' you stuffer
they be all the same
same game
it only get's ruffer'
that's the name of the game
smoke some reeefer
that be a keeper
take a drink or 2
don't think
snort it or fart it
burn it
inject in your vein
it's still the same pain
what do you have to gain?
'cause reality
be what it be
and you can't escape
with any escape
it's the same land scape
You have done your best,
screw the rest,
this ain't no test,
his life is his,
his choices, his decisions,
you imparted what you knew,
his choice to use that knowledge,
or not to do so,
he has chosen to learn on the streets,
not in the classroom; no, for him, hard knocks college...
You need to get past his problem, it is not yours, again he made that choice, may not be the right one, but nonetheless and again, his choice...too many tears are being shed, you got other worries, he will come around, in time...as we most do when his age...Peace friend Steve, Ed & Rufuz
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screw the rest,
this ain't no test,
his life is his,
his choices, his decisions,
you imparted what you knew,
his choice to use that knowledge,
or not to do so,
he has chosen to learn on the streets,
not in the classroom; no, for him, hard knocks college...
You need to get past his problem, it is not yours, again he made that choice, may not be the right one, but nonetheless and again, his choice...too many tears are being shed, you got other worries, he will come around, in time...as we most do when his age...Peace friend Steve, Ed & Rufuz