Part Two

                                                                       Hay Yo

He is a person with no name, Who lives in sin

With a passion for rightousness tainted benieth mistakes and can't grin

They were made over time then the world takes a turn for the worse while he is in

Then he can't think because it's been a long time

Since, he made a decision, with a sober mind

I guess you can say He lives in the past

Wondering abou,t how long, will this hell, last?

Openly with self surpressed, neglections

That where those rain drops, ripple, in there own, directions

With the kids being depressed in reflections

while looking down on a puddle

It's like living regrets and now he has to get over his and start to forget the rubble

What's it's like to write there is no other side in sight

Being on your way to get, on, with that fight

You are one step closer to being kind

That is something he has to find

"Hay Yo", it is faith,when you write, in the past

Now, how long will this turn and it is here at last

So, young man just bask and let that solder shine

Your wealth is what you have to find

On that note let me let you know that life is a mission and

with this mic your grip-in

Like your Tripp-in

Stop boot lip-in and stop flip-in

Your living in the dark with-out light or vision

Sight or vision,

I can see your wish-in for more might and wisdom

This way you can break free and go fly a kite

Just think of fishing with a beverage and say it's alright

That sipping in slipping, will freely feel, as if your

rotten because you was over looked

Just remember you are there because you have been booked

Yes, kid you were right and ripe for the picking

Even tho,your hungry you should know

you know what I mean when You say I know what you mean

when you say your there and you won't trade your life for a mic or a chicken!..

I can't wait until you get out of that place.

This way your life will not start to belly-ache.....