You know I'm going to let you say something and you have this one chance just say what you need to say cuz I don't think I'm going to be here for much longer but so this is your chance just say what hasn't happened what has happened what should have happened and what should happen now without blowing away in the wind and this ain't no plea for help this ain't no pity teenage cry does a grown man he's done something fucking amazing and it's been stomped on rubbed in the mud burnt chewed up spit out while he laughed in their faces and I'm not done laughing but I'm done yelling and I'm not done trying but I'm done slow dying this is your opportunity that men with honor hand out to other men who need not know honor or need to learn such things caught a gift if you will but really it's an opportunity to gain more opportunity and not just in the realm of you and me but in the realm of everything you can run the scenarios and you can go a million miles an hour down one road or fork off to a billion at the same speed and I'm giving you an opportunity to pick which road you go on down this one any treat that with honor or you don't that's up to you now check this out regardless of what you choose it's not going to change what I do cuz like I said before this slow Go pain exit that's not my game but more of a tip the fifth of the sky then take a shot kind of guy and I haven't had a drink in a long time and that makes me sound like an alcoholic but that was just a metaphor because there's no reason for the meta if I'm not there and I never was before so I'm speak as not one who's lost in direction or space and time not one who's lost cuz he hasn't won but one who's already gone and you're seeing the light that bounced off of people gold and soul and you're hearing the echo of a rebel fist shaking causing waves of revolution and ripples of a better world with zero conscious puppet pollution so take this opportunity and say what you need to say don't be wordy but don't take all day cuz the ones who lost might rain today but the real storm is rain fall because their own feet when they can't keep up with the rhythm of their own false beats when they overlook and they overspend when the hype dies and their portfolio bends. Then when the storm is cleared and the bright sunshines the mist of their losses and their hopes of divine versus off the dew of their fallen dreams that's when I'll step back in and share my love my heart with the real versions of all my stolen things and some of them will stick around and I'll teach him to sing cuz I'm not like them I'm not like the bee the parasite the blood sucking want to be I don't die after I sting I share what keeps me alive with laughter and love I bring.!
