this is a man that i knew... he was a friend, i knew him since i was ten, he grew up around the bend he truely was a blend of emotions before bipolar was promoted he would sit and brag and boast about his life and he chose to keep his hopes high winkin at opportunity as it drove by, most guys stood to the side and built the ego, so hes so narcassistic we couldn't believe so many times to grieve and our friend became a theif so many incidents he'd say its cooincidence he'd say it wasn't his fault pathological prince, he rejecte a failed life puts his time into playin ball, daily brawls, standin tall over all between his calling in life his fight with dependencies he made, see my friend wasn't afraid, he just didn't get the weight of his situation, couldn't remain patient facin a road that wasn't made with the pavement that he'd grown accustommed to, who the fuck is you, i had my ducks in a row now they've busted loose i must include that sentiment, got into amphetamines, got into too many far too many for too many men he'd send the message that he's still the same guy, in the tiny space, the tiny space he wasn't too high rolled eyes nervous laughter, i was too concerned to capture my own picture and the aftermath was growing even faster hes after the feeling, after the love, after the capsule hes back for the drug he laughs it off shrugs sayin that it aint enough, pretty soon hes got too much to sweep under that rug sayin but that good feeling fades, prisoner to choices that he made, started flippin deals and flickin needles, feeble minded rage, still kept a few ties to some guys i know times he'd show progress then he'd find some blow, mind you though, his skeletons were in a locked closet and he only had the key to open it when he lost it so even he's an innocent, in a sense of the word, cause sense gets absurd when its bent by the benders in a blur, all the sense was stirred when he'd ask for a little help and he'd bring his dark side to crash and never felt remorse, he just wasn't the same anymore went from vain to findin veins no main recourse like i'd get a good feeling but its a dream, life aint about livin in the scene its too dynamic i'd get a good feeling but its all just unique poision destroyin your reason runnin frantic i really do believe it i belive you believe it, but see its just not enough to see it you need an answer i really do believe it with the air that your breathin, you gotta find your own meaning, stop the cancer