When my friends and I

Were young

We never drank too much coffee

Sure we would take a sip of decaf

Every now and again

But it was nothing major

Though as the years passed

We were drinking more and more decaf

'Til we drank it almost every day

I remember one day

We were passing around the Thermos

And he says

"Man fuck this decaf shit

I'm about to go to the cafe and

Get me a cappuccino"

We warned him that the cappuccino

Tastes good now

But eventually it'll drink you

He says "Yeah, y'all are right"

"I'm 'bout to umm go back to my crib and uhh

Change my shirt. I'll be back in like 5 minutes"

So we gave him that and poured another cup

He returns two hours later

Wearing the same shirt

And his breath was reeking

Of cappuccino

We didn't even have to say anything

Because the look of disgust

Was written all over our faces

He says "Man y'all are buggin'"

"One time never hurt nobody"

And we ain't anybody's parents

So we just let him slide

But two weeks later

He was once again

Emitting the foul stench of cappuccino

And five days after that

And three days after that

And the next day and the next day

'Til my man was spending so much time

At the cafe that we would barely even see him

He would only come by

Like once a month

Slap me five, site down for ten minutes

And try to sell me a broken Walkman

For 15 dollars

I told him I already had a Walkman

He said "How 'bout this pager man?

5 dollars"

I said nah

"3 dollars"

I said nah

"Come on man, 1 dollar?"

Shit I gave him 5 dollars

And let him keep his fucking pager

'Cause by this point

He was living in the alleway

Next to the cafe

'Cause his mother kicked him out

For turning the television

Into a double mocha latte

He robbed an old lady

At the ATM for about 4 Gs

Got himself a place to stay

And enough cappuccino

To last him a week

When the beast got a tip

Of where he was staying

It didn't take long for them to find him

They stand behind his door

Guns drawn, and yell

"Police, open up!"

They hear a huge thump

So they kick in the door

Walk in and find him

Lying on the floor

With coffee on his shirt

And an empty glass in his hand

And now my man

Is an angel