there is always a cause for wantin a life nice and honest
maybe to make someone proud maybe to keep a promise.
maybe you don't like waste, like keeping your keys in
your cars ignition. we all have our reasons
mine started when i was 13 years of age
just an unmotivated teen going through fits of rage
my dad picked me up after a day of practice
and gave me news that stung more than hugging a cactus
my uncle larry died. i was filled with non belief
and i looked at my dad inviting any kind of relief
but the depressions got it and i need the stength to tell them
to leave cause they are bad guest and over stay their welcome
so months after, while i was contemplating
why the good die young, if this was God just hating
and making my life **** that's when i had my epiphany
i was stuck looking one way, i had to shift and see
that mouring his death wouldn't be allowed with
him. he'd say i was wasting the mind i was endowed with
so i got rid of my morbid fascination
and said no more truency ,disrespect or procrastination
i promised to walk the path my uncle paved
in the hopes he will be proud from beyond the grave.
