Learning To Be A Better You

Nineteen ninety nine I was brought into place

Looked like him, so similar in the face

Thought that you would be the man

That would show me all the fun

But I guess you had a different plan

That didn’t involve your son

Our house was nice so big and white

You, my mom and I it was just so right

You worked a good job

You had your head on straight

Then you started becoming a slob

And began staying out late

Problems began to come along

Tried to prove yourself that you did nothing wrong

You would get violent

But hurt no one

I stayed in my room silent

Because the situation was no fun

There was this one time that I remember

I believe it was in the late month of November

That you were upset with my mom and I

You threw an object at the ground with no class

I felt a pain and began to cry

Looked down at my chest and saw pieces of glass

You left in later weeks, you were out

I thought you would be back, I had no doubt

Now just me and my mom

We lived on our own

She would keep her emotions calm

But I know she felt alone

I find out the your buddy drug is important to you

I wish I was old enough then to get the clue

That drugs were more important in your life

To control the things you do

Instead of taking care of your kid and wife

Your drug problem just grew

My mom always told me not to turn to drugs

And if I had any problems to just give her a hug

I learned the lesson

That drugs are useless

And can cause aggression

That may seem ruthless

Now at this day and age

Working a job getting paid minimum wage

I know that I have to be a better you

And not turn to things that are bad

I’m going to put on a different shoe

And go to college to become a grad