Round 2: Cymbi vs. Untold {Untold wins}

[Untold]

To Thine Own Self Be True

Speaker:
"I have this chip for a dear friend. He made it to the year end"

My thoughts:
As I sit in listen, my lips are grinnin
5 years ago, a family that couldn't stand me, now sit and witness
My kids have shifted.. Once again they love their father
My son will shake my hand and I'm allowed to hug my daughter
A felony drug charge, 3 DUI's and a year in prison for domestic violence
An uncle's touch, had my knuckles clutched and for years had kept me silent
The rest is mindless. Because I had less of a mind drinkin or puffin trees
For years I abused substances like when I was 3 and my uncle was touchin me
It's disgusting, see. And people wonder why I lie and don't discuss these things

Speaker:
"Out of many I've known, no one else has tried harder. Whether it be through hell or high water!"

My thoughts:
So many lonely nights, my best friend and I
A single sip to my two lips and I'd begin to cry
Damn, it. I used to wish I'd die, get pissed inside
I'd need a 'Handle' just to handle this "gift" of life
"Fuck this!" I griped. Sitting, trying to light a cigarette backwards
A belligerent actor, inhaling the filter's toxins
Pain killers, are a main filler into prescription boxes
And on reserve, is my '211 Steel Reserve'. I won't feel the hurt
But I still feel bizerk. Listening to the audience in my head
I try to caution them, I'll put a hollow tip directly into his frontal cortex
I'd rather do that than go through with this divorce shit
Tell the ol' lawyer a new fable; my mindless and horror'd logic
Why I was arrested with an eight ball, away from the pool table and minus the corner pocket

Speaker:
"He's saved his marriage and has amended his household.
Without 'The Steps' he'd miss his step and be knocked out cold.
If you haven't had a drink in the past 365 days or had a slip.
Please man up and stand up, walk forward and grab this chip!"

*Audience applaudes*
"Clap, clap, clap, clap..."

My thoughts:
As I rise to be grateful that I was saved quickly from my death
My eyes get misty, and I think briskly "Dear God, I hope no one smells the whiskey on my breath!"