What now?
What next?
And is it worth all the second-hand effects?
I stopped smokin’ that shit so long ago,
and yet it’s so unforgettable.
Respectful is what I need to be,
but how do you give someone something,
when blatantly, they choose not to give it to you?
And still the bigger man has to lie beneath.
Take the grief-sit back and grit his teeth-
Why does that man have to be me?
Here I sit.
Here I breathe-I seethe.
It seems the one that has a lot to say
about everyone else.
Well, he needs to worry more about himself
and take a look in the mirror.
Stop pointing the finger.
Take a look in the mirror,
and stop pointing the finger at me!