Mind's Ramble II

My head hurts and my tattoo is itching
My ear ring is bothering me
But I keep on drinking
Driving drunk to the crib I keep on thinking
What is in store for a life that's bound to end
There are people in my life that I am afraid to call me friends
There are times when I am by myself to call them mine
When I put a pen to pad it's easy to form a rhyme
When old folks talk to me and say I am ahead of my time
Meanwhile I am just speaking my mind
If things could go in reverse
I would most likely pull my father out of that hurts
And be that suburban raised black man
I aint mad at the vile for be who I am
I am just mad at being a statistic
Everything I want to do somebody else did it
So I am trying to be stomping on new ground
Trying to figure out if this is worth me putting it down
Doing what I think is best for me and not the crowd
My mother named after an entertainer
In hopes that I'll be able to explain her
But they will be no need for explaining
She is what she made ain't no complaining
No matter what I am what she made here
And I will be forever be an remainder