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you cold and callous full of mallace what turned your heart black what will it take to turn it back you wasn't born like that when I look in the window I can't see a soul inside nobodies home look like you gone you need to come to your senses you need a intervention a hug some attention before you crash and burn I earned enough stripes to to give you sound advice I'm eligible qualified and creditable to let you know the path you chose is leading you down he wrong road the devil got a stronghold on you what you gone do with that pole on you who you gone shoot you need therapy for yourself too bad they defunded mental health I'm no psychiatrist but I know a child at risk when I see one I used to be one l don't know what it took to make me snap out of it times were different then the difference is I only bent the the rules by negligence you break the law by lawlessness get a grip you're spiraling out of control I wouldn't tell you this if it wasn't so I know you didn't ask to be born I know you seen enough to be torn a moment of silence for all the friend you lost from gun violence I know it hurts like hell I don't want you to crash out go to jail and get sent up to rikers island slipping through the cracks of the system that set you up to fail I know you don't hear me but I'm still compel to bring about a change in you while it's still early and not too late to do