day 3

as i sit here
at the end of day 3
i look around
at all i can see

smiling faces
and toys on the floor
wuts it take
to make me leave no more?

fightin is hard,
and takes all my work
but smokin dope suks,
makes me a jerk

kids cryin all day
cuz dads not here
one day i wont make it back
is my biggest damn fear

so here is the thought
that plays over in my mind
if i keep up the fight
someday, peace i will find

peace for my kids
my wife and my mom
even for my angel
who now says da bomb

i must believe i can do this
i must keep that hope
cuz the alternative sux
swingin from a rope

so 2moro day four
and wut do i do
but keep up the fight
to see those smiles soo true

i will hold em close
give em all my love
slip in daddy mode
that fits like a glove

here i where i want to be
in my best dreams
everyone smiling
no one screams