it's an instinct for me
from as long as I can remember
right is right
don't tell me otherwise.
as a kid
if a guy whistled at my mom
I would go right at him
even though he was
three times my size
but right has it's own size
one fits all
right has always fulled
every fight I've ever been in,
and I didn't lose many.
and when I got betrayed
by the person I trusted most,
she lied, and lied,
still laying,
pill land illusionville.
I got so sick man,
I couldn't eat for months, I threw up
every time I thought about it,
lost 30 pounds,
cried all the time?
I would go to a local bar and sit
and tears would just come rolling down
so I would leave, but I couldn't go home
because it wasn't home anymore, it was memories
of back stabbing,
then I told people at the bar
I had bad allergies
kept my left hand beneath the bar
embarrassed that I didn't have a ring on
felt like such a failure
even though she's just simple low life now.
my conclusion
you can't be a tough guy
without feeling, caring, without knowing,
what love truly means, family (most precious everything),
trust, friendship,
your word, how you treat someone, and how they treat you back.
working hard, integrity in tact,
not letting strangers, play your mind,
turn you against the ones you know most,
the one's that had your back for a million years.
and finally,
not killing a man
simply for being a parasite.
you're wife ain't the real deal man,
face it.
There's no building a new life
on the back of lies, just an extension
of low life.