Everybody flick, flicking a cigarette...
Hold that thought...I'm on some new shit. I got one hand in my pocket and the others waving good bye. Once I hit your side of the fence that finger will be flipping a bird.
When I was a little boy they had this coin-donation-contraption at the front of Wal-Mart. You dropped your coin in a slot and the coin dropped into this funnel tube. It rolled a big wide circle at the top and as it fell lower, the narrow cone made it spin faster. It went faster and faster until it dropped into the small hole at the bottom.
I'm that fucking penny right now. The slow-role of this thing is over and it's at the trail's end. I just pictured a kid drinking his milk-shake. It's all gone, but he's steady sucking the straw in that one corner to get the last tiny bit. All you hear is that annoying sucking sound. That gurgling sound that signals the shits empty little homie.
Unlike that milk-shake, prison isn't good till-the-last drop. I am certainly not around here trying to suck up the last drop. And that just came off really gay.
I want a filet-mignon, cooked medium with a side salad. I'll be drinking a Michelob light and shooting tequila. Take the shot, nurse the beer. Slow ride it till the piano break. I won't be drinking socially. I'll be drinking to fine-tune a monumental buzz that will walk me to the edge.
I'm having one for all the cool ass men that had to stay behind. The brothers I leave behind this fence. I've been watching them leave around me...One by one... And I knew that one day, that would be me taking this walk for the last time. I'll have made it. I did my bid. Manned up, screwed down and took a direct hit. 10 years lived inside a fence.
Nope, I'm gonna dance with the devil. Get his shit off my chest. If I bring elements of this life back to society, I will fail. I can't afford to do that, failure is not an option..
In order for me to be the man I want to be I have to walk from this just like I quit smoking 5 years ago. Not one puff, not one drag-never hit one again. If I allow this place to come home with me than I let them win.
Clean break. Walk away. It's over. Now I'm the dude who gives the next guy hope. Man UP. Handle your business and get your ass home to your family.
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