No Title For Such Life

I suppose I could call it strife,
But that would be too simple for the simplistic
Simplicity is fucking consistency,
Consistency is redundant
Over over over,
Over again;
Turn me over now

Take off my crown,
I'm coming up cause I'm hitting the ground
Pound for pound
This life is too sound,
It's not fitted for my head;
Loud is profound

Around I circle as I struggle to drown
Turn down my frown
Turn up the silence
Careful, the fence!
That night I was so tense
You had my back like providence 

You know I thank you for this,
All the times we didn't miss
Hitting an 18 wheeler was 
A 'hit and miss'
You just couldn't resist,
For this I continue to persist 

For as long as your pulse grips your wrists
I'll continue on this;
Memories do exist
No matter the distance
I'll never omit your existance

You leave good imprint,
You're your own kind of different
You are designated;
You can't quit
I fell to my knees, when for you
Heaven sent
Time spent;
All through my mindset 

I pictured you lying there,
So bent, with your ribs split
For this, I was not consent
Where, why wasn't I by your side
It slipped my mind to find the time

You know I'm lying,
You know I've been trying..

As you laid there dying
I laid here denying
Crying
Sighing
Sobbing

Soaked in my own loathing
For you I'd give the back right off my clothing
I'd give you time to let your heart heal,
Forget all the pain it has reeled 
Not unlike the gift cards we would steal
Or the nights we'd make so real
You know, we are made of steel,
Thats thicker than metal, my dear

Doyle,
Normandy,
Fortsmith..

These roads all lead back to the basic;
We'd always never not make it, 
I'm sorry I let you give, while I stood there taking it
I'd give it all back, I'd take it with three times the slack
I'd lift you up off of your back
Stand you towards not having to face the facts
But here I stand for you
And all the times I wasn't there 
Like a needle in haystack

Lets play it back...

The times were so great,
I'd hate to leave you without stating
No matter the state, nor the mind state
Nothing could even begin to relate
What you have given me to accumulate

COME ON, JAMONE!
We're going to Beals,
I'll carry my own heels
It'll be hell, but not hell on wheels

You are superficially real,
Not a single court district could appeal!
I beg for you to heal
Takes time for a wounded hand,
Remember all that is set in the sand
Kinda like that of which we ran
During the mid of nights sun
Across the bridge that led us to A1a;
Daytona Beach fun

You sure put in a good run,
Not even the slightest of which you could of done,
Knowing I couldn't run, 
I'll never forget that kind of fun,
Nor any of the plenty we've done

You more than deserve a son,
I'm sorry if I took away your chance
At your first,
You'll make the best father
Even through the worst..

Time has come & gone,
Although it doesn't seem to have taken long,
Wounds become scars;
To remind us of who, & what we are
Remember the tattoo of my star,
I'll always be your up should you be looking down

Be ready, because at any point you might 
Happen to turn around, right into me;
That's when I'll be back in town

Meanwhile, don't you dare frown
Put on your much awaited fathers crown
Andrew Jr. Is soon to be coming around..