I owe my life over three lifespans til the day we can all hold hands I will gladly give my soul if I could know you would never follow the path down the crooked Ave chacing bodies on displayed like raw slabs I tryed to practice what I've preached but words can only venture where you allow them to reach times where far from sweet aches fell way below teeth I see you a younger me playing the same game I wish you changed the technique just to be draped in new clothes not worth the casket photo of your corpse being dead neat I'm dead seriously wishing you weren't so much like me then may you'll be better off likely stopping the next young man stepping into these streets the fast life invites harmful accidents and unknown fatalities...