The More Better

I was a man back when

I should have been a kkid

Hitting sticks and skipping bricks

Family god gave me and god gave good.

Stiil, I missed that innocence

For me I wanted only good

I wanted my mom to love my dad

She did. He was in jail, loveless.

I used to fear it was a curse

That I would repeat the mistakes

My ancestors did; have children

And show them how to Hate.

I am still a child

Barely a man. I have

scores to settle before

I can give in to youth

The weak weak ways of

Hate and Jealousy, even

Complacency and a two

week vacation to make sense of it.

See, what happened to me

I can't forget in two weeks

I choose the hardest path

before I betray my loves: