Sad when the best part of my day is in a bed with roaches as I lay. Silence as grandma pray. Dear Lord, protect him every night when he's on his way. Night shift doesn't have him thinking straight. You may think, with all the dicks at his job that he fucks with that he may have gone gay. Lack of diploma expressing earned trade eliminates 150 K. So to those grass cutters he rush to slave. Sleep patterns sway like 2 Chains on 2 Chains when 2 Chains race on stage. Dreaming on lotto winnings, boy would that be the day. Feeling like i'm losing him Lord, sometimes he go cray. Talking bout leaving us all, screaming he'll go away. Texas, Arizona, maybe Germany. Even worse straight to hell, Satan's son he claims to take place. He's not about this faith. He's just losing his way. This is to push him back on the path to bring sunshine in his days. Just a loving grandma, in your name I pray. AMEN.