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back when i was 17 i had a vision

hakuna matatta was the mission

no consequences brash decisions

and i was out there everyday, lavish living

i was with my gang of goons, yeah i was with em

everything was whole, no pieces missing

if you know me, no fucks were given

whippin out on 40, boy we rev the engine

back when i was 17 i had a notion

i would fuck shit up, high commotion

wash it down with some love, that special potion

oh its ya time of month? girl we use the lotion

 





You know how I survive?
 Cause I don't think about the world, that shit don't exist to me
 I don't give a fuck about anything or anyone in it
 because the minute I do, I'm a dead man out here
 and you remember that shit




the cycle is consuming me again





friendship is a funny thing





we had goldfish and they circled around and around

in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, ‘be happy Henry!’
and she was right: it’s better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn’t
understand what was attacking him from within. 

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: ‘Henry, smile!
why don’t you ever smile?’ 

and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw 

one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled