Dear friend, look at you now

All tied up in knots and starting to rot

Thought it was alright in the light but now it's dark and it looks wrong

But what'd you expect?

That's what you get from worshipping moon gods

False deities living off reflected glory, like our colonisers

Queens and kings reaping the royalties from someone else's story

But let's return to yours, you, the author of your own destiny

Escaping the demons and bastards of a past life

Arm in arm with your wife, a highland type

With a big heart and a wise mind

It's gonna help you to escape the long arm of the swine

Which helps, seeming as you've been tired of, and trying to escape the wildlife

Which now bores the young man with the family from the horn

Lands wartorn, new allegiance sworn, you're part of the swarm

Survive the storm, now withering

Raised with worthy morals by an upright mother

And a father who slaved days and days to make a wage

Chewing cats will alleviate the pain and pressure

That came with the career in a country that saw you as a cancer and a casualty

Alienated on the way up to a higher education

That you were lucky enough to catch

Smart and working hard enough to keep

You were caught in criminality

The catalyst for your change

And plenty of it came from the ketamine, the weed and cocaine for the customer

Middle class kids on campus were burdens to bear

Each of them facing oppression of their own

Victims of a different kind of prejudice

Their condition: psychosis, mania, suicidal thoughts, sexual inadequacy

Academic underachievement, social separation and a desire to fit in

The madness of youth that you've medicated

All the while dedicated to serving your god

When the deities of this life would allow you to

Driving through the town, you approach the road to Damascus

Blue lights that flash and leave you blind

Bound by a belief that the god of your father set you free

Weeds plucked, wife covered, 5 times a day, a proud slave

Praying for proof that you picked the right way

Seeing that your sister's changed, your brother's enraged, on route to a cage

You're gonna need more than faith in this day and age

You don't need friends, you need facts

Don't need poems, you need raps

Don't need peace, you need war, and defeat, and a grave to bury your doubts

You've got love and a spouse, now you need space

A chance to breathe, and time away

In time, you'll remember this day

When you're 50 years old, thinking of all the fickle things that you would fret over

But you're not 50 yet, so take the right steps

Unless you wanna be down when you get there

This is my prayer for you, my friend, so fly away

Be unbound by the ropes and the chains

Be set free and escape

The demons of your past become the demons of your present

Old habits stick, what you learn as a young gun becomes hard to kick

Clutch gets stuck and hard to shift

Automatically return to the ways of days gone by

A bullet in the mind, a beam in the eye

And a bitch, yeah, that's life

Ignorance is bliss, but wisdom's nice

Hopefully it comes with age, 'cause you don't live twice

And then you can't live it again, I'm afraid

So fly now, be free, make your own way

My dear friend