Not A Role Model

Listen up son
My life was over a long time ago
All what you see now
Is nothing but a freak show
I've to force the smiles you see on my face
My careless ways is a product of my battered mindstate
You have your whole life ahead of you
So be wise and move with your eyes open
I do drugs just to hurt the law for all what it did to me
Forget about the cash I make
Afterall,it all goes back to the prostitutes,alcohol and the cops
They hunt me like an animal
I use to be a sheep,now I'm a cannibal
Is that the life you want for yourself son?
Now I know this sermon's hard for you
I'm like a clergy telling you to do what I say
But don't do what I do
Forget my cheap fame
This is not the life for me
This is not the way I was brought up to be
I use to be a good catholic
Took my cathchesm classes serious
Never dubious
Always at the mass
See how fast I changed
The whole game re-arranged
In this new me I found
That truly I'm hellbound
My days are numbered
Depending on who gets me first
Either the law or my rivals
Anyways it still hell for a hustler
Now tell me son
What do you have to emulate from me that's good;
Is it my sleepless nights?
Or the vest I wear under my dress for protection?
Or the souls I have to transform for money?
Or my drunkeness?
Are these what you want for yourself?
I think the answer's "NO"
You're too young son
Maybe with time you'll understand
For now you just stay clear
I'm not a role model...