for those who think they cool
for the emptiness inside screams out loud
I, stand

for the people I loved
for the God I prayed
I, bend

for the time had passed
for the time wasted
I, missed

the time milk was my food
the time in LAX I stood
the time Hayward I moved
the time San Diego I went

for the confusion inside
for the stupidity I’ve done
I, prayed

Please God Help Me
For I am the fool

September ’98
Hayward, 6:30 am