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The Vet and the Rook: “Intro”

Writing a novel or short stories has always been my favorite hobby. Inside my head. I have probably created hundreds of short stories but they are all just inside my noggin. Can’t really say that I have “golden” stories but hey, there is internet and it’s free to write so why not?. So I’m creating my first short story here in my WordPress blog titled “The Vet and the Rook”. It is a story of the “Vet” and the “Rook”, two completely opposite people but with tons of similarities, who came upon meeting each other one day and their life has been intertwined ever since. Here is a short background of the two characters and the first of many short stories:

Vet – A 23-year man who thinks he is 40 years old. Been through a lot of experiences but is still yearning for knowledge. Used to be emotional but leaned into being a cold-blooded person. Known to be a serious type but knows how to motivate people by pushing them to reach their limitations.

Rook – An 18-year old man who thinks highly in life. Is a risk-taker and an emotional man. Likes to aspire a lot of things but is too lazy to do any of them. Thinks he has life sorted out but is still to find out the harsh truth of adult life.

One cold night in a bar…

Vet: Jack’s. On the rocks.

Bartender: Long week again Vet?

Vet: The only long in me is my dick.

Bartender: That’s not what my sister said, hahaha!

Vet: Your sister has a huge vagina. I think 10 men tried to do it. They were all tired so they slept inside THAT cave.

Bartender: Har har. Enough with the jokes. So, how are the crew?

Vet: Let’s not talk about it. How’s my drink? Your hands are getting slow old man, c’mon!

Bartender: Speak for yourself, Mr. “I am old even if I’m still 23 years old”, hahaha! Here you go slick. Enjoy your one-glass-per-week…old man, haha.

Vet: Pffft. You know me. I can take on all your drinks if only the bartender serving was a hot chick.

Bartender: Ain’t hot for you big guy? Hahaha.

*Bar door opens*

Rook: Ei yow! A bucket of beer my good sir!

Bartender: Excuse me? Do you have your ID with you?

Rook: Ha ha. Very funny. I know I look young but I’m already 18. Now do you want to have money or should I bring my thirsty mouth somewhere else?

Bartender: Kids these days. Always acting tough. Here you go slick. You are drinking with friends right?

Rook: Nah. I can handle myself. If I have extra in my wallet I’ll take on another bucket!

Vet: Second bucket is on me.

Rook: Wha–whaat?

Bartender: Haha! The drunken philanthropist is at it again! Ayt. Let me just get ’em buckets.

Rook: Wait, I’m only paying for THIS bucket.

Vet: You deaf? I said second is on me right? You seem to be a brash kid. Go ahead. Drink.

Rook: Why? What are you trying to prove here?

Vet: Nothing. I just want to see you wash your life away like a useless goof that you are.

Rook: Excuse me??!! Goof?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!

Vet: Just a man enjoying his drink. Now, can you drink the second bucket or are you just going to whine there like the bitch that you are?

Rook: FUCK YOU man! You really want to huh?! Huh?! Pfffft!! I’ll show you! *drinks a bottle*

Vet: Let me know when your kidney stops working.

Rook: HA! *gulping* This ain’t enough man!!!

Vet: Another one.

Bartender: I don’t want people dying here.

Vet: This place looks like a cemetery already.

Rook: *Finshed another bottle* Ohhhh…see?…I can still manag- *fells off*

Vet: And drop goes the weasel.

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In a nearby soup restaurant…

Rook: *wakes up* Whe–where am I?

Vet: Drink your soup.

Rook: Wha–what happened? Ugh! My head hurts!!

Vet: No kidding. You drank three bottles straight. THREE. I had to drink the rest of the bottles and I don’t like beer. I love it though, haha.

Rook: Fuck you! You started this! Ouch! My head.

Vet: Drink your soup. It’ll make you feel better.

Rook: Nah. I don’t do soups. I prefer sweets.

Vet: Hmmm..here you go then. *slips a sundae*

Rook: How did you?–

Vet: I don’t do soups. I prefer Sundaes. Normal people drink soup when they get wasted so I thought you’d be the same. What do you know? We actually have tons of similarities.

Rook: Similarities? What the fuck do you mean?

Vet: The moment I saw you kid, you remind me of myself back then.

Rook: What the fuck? You gay or something?

Vet: Pffft. I’ll fuck your mother for free. No. I do see myself in you. And I do see you going to the same path as me. So, I’m taking it upon myself to guide you to a better life.

Rook: You saw me and you want to be my guardian angel? How the fuck does that even begin to comprehend?

Vet: Look. You go to a bar. You order alcohol that is beyond a normal man’s limitation. I know you can handle yourself but your brashness, it’s clear to me that you like to take risks. As if you have life figured out.

Rook: Look man, I don’t know what you are trying to do here but you are freaking me out.

Vet: The sundae is melting.

Rook: It’s already liquefied. *drinks the cup* Ahhh, fuck! Just give me five minutes and I’ll be fine.

Vet: Haha. I bet you 10 minutes you ain’t still okay. Look. I know it sounds creepy, but helping lost cats is what I do. I’m not forcing you. I’ll be at the same bar tomorrow. Same time. If you want to learn life, I’ll be there.

Rook: Are you really serious about this? I’m not asking for any help.

Vet: Unsolicited help? Bullshit. Everyone needs help. It’s just that man is too prideful to ask for help. We need to grow kid. The more help we can get, the better we become.

Rook: Alright, I’ll think about it.

Vet: *Gets up* Do me a favor, here’s some cash. Get yourself a taxi cab.

Rook: I’m planning to walk home.

Vet: Not surprised there. See ya when I see ya kid. *leaves*

Rook: Hey! By the way, what’s you name man?

Vet: My name is not important. And yours isn’t. Let’s just stick with the deal. If you are interested, good. If not, good luck.

Rook: Ayt. Fair enough.

To be continued…

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The Lost Warrior

People call me at work “boss”. I call myself “Like a boss”. For whatever damn reason I was able to make myself, even as a Sales Coach/Trainer, be like a boss. I’m just a Level 2 Sr. Specialist at work and yet I was able to develop tons of skills, do things I’m not suppose to do and gain powers I really shouldn’t have. Somehow someway, I was able to create a work ethic like no other. I get to do my job the way I want to do it. I was able to amaze people. I was a valiant warrior. Through thick and thin I was able to survive everything that was thrown at me. I was good at what I do. But just like the old saying goes, everything good must always come to an end.

Looking back two years ago, I wrote in here how I was willing and excited to try the opportunity to get promoted. Reading my post I say that I was just a young man who was just happy to be promoted. Two years after that, and I’m writing here on how it is about to end. Not that I am really sad in leaving, but quite frankly speaking, I’ll be leaving a washed-up warrior. Right now I’m writing this as a man that feels like I didn’t accomplish shit. I don’t want to say bad things about the company I am working it, I am actually appreciative of the growth I was able to get there both personally and professionally. But reality is, the company just left me out for nothing.

I don’t want to make a very long story much more longer than it is, so to cut it short, the account that I am part of is cutting down people. Being that I am a trainer focus on sales, I am an easy dispatch for an account that is moving out of the sales environment. They no longer need my services and that was something I was expecting for a very long time. I just didn’t expect that its actually quite a challenge to actually deal with the idea. Plans were already created to still ensure me a place in the company but those plans were nothing but plans. I was bound to get screwed and boy was it good. There was really no place for me to be a trainer, no position for me to be transferred at all, except for one: they gave me an option to be an agent again. Being a call center agent is a fine and a hard job but I already paid my dues and to have a downgrade is a huge no-no for me. So I did what a man with dignity would do, I finalized my plans of resigning and I’ll be leaving the company I have been with for more than two years. But you might ask, “So how is this a bad thing? How in the hell are you a lost warrior?” Like I said, people call me boss, I know I am like a boss, and for everything I have done for the company, being that warrior that I am, they got nothing good for me.

Reality is, I have nothing yet in terms of new job. I have applied for some positions to some companies but I haven’t heard any reply from them. I keep making plans to apply here and there but I am actually not going anywhere. With the skills I posses, with the things I can do, with the things I am capable of, I should have been offered a new job right now but sadly it’s not the case. I’m just a lost warrior. I know what I can do, but I’m just squandering around. I know that this is just a challenge that I need to go through but a challenge that I think I shouldn’t really have to deal with. It’s hard to think on what job I’ll end up having next, how long until I’ll have it? What does it take for me to go to the next level. I know that I have potential but what more can I do to achieve it? These are questions that are still going through my brain but I believe these are questions I’ll find answers at somewhere down the road.

I am left right now with nothing but myself.  But warriors  for whatever happens to them, at the end of the day is a warrior. And warriors know how to fight back. I just really need to find my armor and sword and I shall storm again in war with faith that I shall survive this challenge. Whatever happens, fighting for the idea that I shall became a man of greatness is something not by choice, but something I have to do.


Turning to a New Road and Leaving a Road Forgotten

It wasn’t a long time ago when I spoke about trying to find a new job. How the current one has been dragging the life out of me. I can’t really emphasize more how taking in 35-40 calls every night can be a hell hole. I was pretty much sure I was ready to leave. It didn’t matter anymore if I won’t earn as much as I’m currently earning. Nursing is my passion and want to fulfill the promise I made before that I will serve God’s people as a nurse. But I guess God has a different plan for me. Just when I was a mere three weeks away from my effective resignation date, a blessing in disguise or maybe a kind mishap suddenly occurred. I was considered for a job promotion as a Sales Coach. In fairness, I gave my very best as a call center agent. I went to work all the time, I had a very professional relationship with my workmates and bosses and I made sure that I put up good stats across the board. I made sure that I still represent the embodiment of a nurse even if I am in a different environment. Like I said in the past, I wanted to give this industry a chance if it gave me the chance as well. I was patient, but the time I have placed was almost at its limit. I deserved a promotion but my time was simply done, it was over. I’m thankful for everything I have achieved and accomplished in the call center industry but I have overstayed my welcome. It was time to get dirty, be the nurse that I’ve always wanted to be. But the opportunity that I’ve been waiting for came to the most inconvenient time.

I received an e-mail from HR asking for my resume. I didn’t really know what to do. I was pretty much ready to leave and God knows I wanted to already, but the chance was there. All I had to do was send a resume. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting for the Sales Coach position. December of last year I spoke with my supervisor informing him that HR was looking for one Sales Coach. At that time, I kept on applying to every available job promotion. Sales Coach seemed something I can do and I had the requirements that it required. But the Sales Coach position wasn’t a great choice as per my supervisor since in truth HR yet wasn’t sure if they really needed a Sales Coach. So I applied instead as a Senior Consultant for another account. After a few weeks, they started the interview for the Senior Consultant post, I didn’t get an e-mail. That was practically a notion for me that I wasn’t going anywhere in the call center industry. I filed for resignation and had to render 30 days before I am cleared to be released. So when the e-mail about the Sales Coach position came, I was just simply baffled. I didn’t pursue this position anymore but there it was. When I asked my supervisor about this, he actually placed my name to all suitable job promotion for me. I thanked him for that of course for what he did but deep inside I was disappointed because I just got a reason to stay. I wanted to leave but it’ll be stupid for me to pass over an opportunity of career growth. So I sent my resume, not really hoping it will go well but in a sense, I was hopeful something will happen somehow.

After a day or two I got a reply saying I was up for an interview. I wasn’t nervous at all but I felt that this was my last chance. My will to resign is already there, I’m leaving for good. But if I had to put up one last fight, this was it. So I was prepped up, conveying myself to finally take this one up and been listening to Eminem’s ‘Lose Yourself’ as a motivating factor. I did well in my interview and they asked me for a demo. The demo went well and they asked me for a final demo. It happened so fast that and all of  a sudden I was informed that I got the job and I only got one last week taking in calls before I start as a Sales Coach. I indeed found a road to a new job, but I didn’t expect it to be this way. I was suppose to be going back to nursing, but this road came.  In my last post I asked myself how I’ll find the road to a new job, and now I’m already taking mini steps in it. Its funny to think that I almost left because I felt the call center industry wasn’t giving me a chance but I guess the jokes on me because I’m staying. As much as I’m still staying in the same company, taking a new road is still going to be a challenge for me. But I guess challenges are something I can handle. What I’m actually wondering about right now is the road that I have left untouched. I’m stuck again between passion and opportunity. Its not really easy to just go back to nursing. Its a gamble I you have to take. And I just can’t gamble when something good is happening as of the moment. Its hard to throw away a jackpot when you jut recently won it. But it is what it is. Today I start at my new job. New challenges to conquer. I practically found my way to a road for a new job. Only time will tell if I’ll ever still get to travel to the road I gave four years and earned a license with to walk on.


The Road to a New Job

If you told me on my first day in College of Nursing that my first job would be in a call center, I will probably find you offensive, let alone, maybe I would have done something I wouldn’t be proud of. Five years after, and pretty much my first job indeed is working in a call center, ironically. I’m just a few days away from celebrating my first year as an employee of Sutherland Global Services in Davao. While its a feat not hard to accomplish, still, with the culture of call centers its not something you can just achieve without hard work. If you think a job in which you just basically “talk in English” is easy, well, its a bit far-fetched than what you would expect. In the past I have wrote a lot of insights about working in a call center and pretty much I know there are still more to come, but I would like to say that it won’t be long enough ’till I finally maybe writing my final posts about working in a call center. You see, I’m about to file a resignation to my very first job as a call center agent, and pretty much I am where I was a year ago, looking for a job.

Now don’t get me wrong, pay is not bad on the place I work at. The money I earn can already be used to raise a family, not quite enough but you can pretty much send someone to school and put food on the table three times a day. For a young guy like me,  I can almost buy anything, party anywhere and can ask someone out for a dinner or movie.  For almost a year I’ve enjoyed the lifestyle of an earning man. The fact alone is enough for me to keep my job. But when you look at the other side of the story, I have every reason to leave. For the past few weeks I have been thinking of leaving the call center industry. Truth be told, despite my nursing background, I want to give this industry a chance, but seems to me its not giving me one. After six months since my day of employment, I’ve probably tried to apply to any available position, but to no avail. There was a time when I was accepted as a Trainer Apprentice, but due to some changes, they couldn’t take me and was back on the depths of taking in calls. I don’t want to take in calls anymore, I have outgrown it. Opportunities are hard to come by in a call center despite their claims that it is a best place for career growth. True, everyone in every level of management started by taking in calls, but there are just a few from hundreds of agents who get to the same position as them. 

Looking for a job ain’t easy. I graduated with a BS in Nursing and you can easily say “Go be a nurse then!”, but that is quite hard to do achieve these times especially here in the Philippines. As much as being a nurse is a general career path I can choose on, there is still a lot of jobs a nurse can do. One of those is being a call center agent, which by the way is already consider a nurse’s second career job to go with. But sometimes you would like to get out of that stigma and go and look for something better. Looking for a better job on what you currently have is a tough challenge. You have to consider a lot of things, especially on pay. In my position, I’m kinda lost with what I’m suppose to do. Where I’m suppose to go. I’ve been used to having a job that I don’t know if I could ever live again going back to square one. Its hard to leave the salary I’m currently having. I’m torn between having a very stressful job and a good payday. But at the end of the day, its about doing what’s best for me. Working around supervisors and managers made me dream of becoming a boss on a very young age, but I know I have a lot of dues to pay. Its complicated at the most part. And sadly, you just can’t easily get a boss job. Its something build upon experience. I guess I’m the type of guy that doesn’t want to have a stressful job but still get paid well. Sometimes I think I should just try becoming an actor, entertainer or a rap artist, you don’t get to do that much but you get paid huge.

I know that there are a lot of things that I can do in my life. I trust on my skills but getting the job you want or finding the career you’ll go with for the rest of your life is hard to get. At this point, resigning is the main option, but not the only option. I could opt to say, keep on doing what I’m currently doing, but at the same time, I could just leave it all, including the pay, which makes this all confusing. I know that a job ain’t a job if you ain’t happy anymore, but I’m a young guy who wants to accomplish things in an early stage of my adult life. There are too many pros and cons, reasons and beliefs, that sometimes I would just like to bet 20 pesos, buy a lottery ticket, and get rich ’till the day I die. Would love to get good opportunities but they don’t just come easily. I guess I’m just lost right now, I don’t have the drive to get something. I’m just floating around, lost in the transition for the next chapter in my life. I would like to believe that there is a future ahead of me but I’m currently working on a present I don’t know how to build. I just want to get out, do big things in my life, but I just don’t know how to get there. Which path to go, which direction to take, which job to take next?


REBIRTH. 2012.

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21 years. 21 years I’ve done nothing but be the best son, friend, classmate, employee, heck, a lover that I can be. And for those 21 years, while I got my props from time to time, still don’t get the respect I deserve, still don’t get the admiration I deserve, still don’t get the appreciation that I deserve. And while I try not to be a very important person that much, I just want to be known for something, and that is being the best guy around. I’ve always made sure that I can be a guy you can count on, someone you would admire for his feats and efforts that I’ve done. But no. My life was never the sun over the rainbow sort to speak, it has always been a tough life for me. I still get to eat three times a day, get to sleep in a bed, have what you wold call a decent life, but for me, I’ve always had to go through a life taking shit after shit after shit all the time. I know I shouldn’t be complaining, there are more people out there having a worst life than me, but this is my life, I’m selfish in nature, I think I have the worst life in the world.

But I know that I shouldn’t be thinking this way. I know that I must do something about it. For the past months I’ve been thinking of changing my style. Changing the way I live my life. I want to do it in a dramatic manner. And with the new year looming, I thought of repackaging myself for the new year. I rebirth sort to speak. That’s why I vowed that the time 2012 comes, there will be a rebirth. It’s sort of a new year’s resolution, but something I will have to live by for the rest of my life. I’ve always been that quiet, kind guy but in all honesty, guys like that don’t get the respect they deserve. No one gives a crap about them. Come to think of it, people crap on them. Good guys get to be treated like crap, and that’s what I’m trying to change. While I can’t do that much for the people’s perspective over good guys, I’m not going to let myself be treated like crap. It’s time for me to face the light and be a better man.

So I vowed to myself, that I will be what I always wanted myself to be, someone who can adapt to any person, any place or ant situation. I want to be someone that people will just have no force but to admire. I want to be someone that keeps on doing good things in life. I want to be amazing. I want to be great. I want to be that damn good in anything I do and people will be left but to like it. I want to be that guy that is not shy and will interact with anybody, call someone as it fits and be the coolest guy around. I don’t want to elaborate that much but simply put, I want to be a great person. This doesn’t happen overnight, its something that I must work on. It’s another year ahead of me. While 2011 was good at most, I went through a lot of shit and I want to make sure that 2012 will be worth it. I might still have to go through a lot of shit but I want to go through it like a boss. People can claim that 2012 is their year, but I guess no hurt can be done if I claim it to myself as well.

So for this 2012, I’m going to be different. I’m going to be the Noel Yulo that people have never known before. Sure, no one would care, but hey, this is my life, I’ll do what I want to do. No one can dictate me. I want to be better, badder, stronger than ever. For 21 years, I was a good guy, but no one ever appreciated it. So know, now, I’ll be the Noel Yulo that people might hate, but whatever, like I could give a fuck, I’ll be what people didn’t imagine I’ll be. So 2012 marks the beginning, the rebirth of Noel Yulo. I could have been the best son, the best friend, the best classmate, the best employee, the best boyfriend that I could be, but no, I’ll let them taste the best Noel Yulo that they’ll ever set their eyes upon. I’m not going for the worst, but I’m surely going to be the best at what I do, and trust me, I’ll blow heads off when I get the real shit out. REBIRTH. 2012. The new Noel Yulo is coming. And he’s doing it, like a boss!


Breaking Writer’s Block

I’m not a professional writer. I got paid for some of the works I made before but I’ve never made it to the big leagues. Let alone be enough for small time companies. You could say I’ve done freelancing, but its more like of me getting the extra junk from my friends, doing them a favor for taking some off their load. I do blogging most of the time, I have three blog sites. But at the end of the day, I guess I’m already a writer. Writing is something I don’t do as a passion, its more of a hobby for me. If I got nothing else to do, if I’m in the mood, I just go to the internet and I write whatever I want, a “degenerate writer” of sorts according to a head writer of a small SEO company I’ve once applied at.  I’ve been writing since I was in high school, although reading my past works makes me want to vomit, at that time I was doing what most people can’t do. I’m not much of a talkative person, I took a course in college that doesn’t really give that much opportunity to say I want to say. That’s why I blog to share the things I want to share.  But for every writer in the world, there are times in which they lose the drive to write. Some would lose their passion, some just get tired of writing. Whether you’re trying to write a novel, a song or an article, writers get writer’s block.

Writer’s block is a state in which a writer loses its ability to create new works. They lose the imagination to write about something. Some get writer’s block due to writer’s viewing their work as inferior or unsuitable. Often times, it is caused by physical and emotional problems experienced by the writer. Simply put, a writer loses the ability that defines him, and that is the ability to write. If I take a look back in my life, I guess I’ve experienced writer’s block for a couple of times already. There were times when I just got tired of writing because I got busy in school. But most of the time, I get writer’s block because simply, I don’t feel like anyone is reading my blogs. Ideas are not a problem, I get them most of the time, it’s just that I lack the sense of execution because I don’t think anyone would read them. I still get acknowledgement from some of my friends that I write good, but most of the time I get them because I shove it to their attention, not by them looking forward to read my next work. While getting recognition from friends is nice, you always try to get the attention of people outside your friend zone.  You would always want to impress other readers and writers as well. But even though my writing career is still young, I feel that there is no sense anymore to keep on writing.

But deep inside, I’ve always wanted to write. Whether as a career or just a hobby, I want to share ideas. I want express emotions that I don’t usually get to convey.  I got so many things in my head that is a shame that I can’t really write them all off. I feel like its time for me to shake off my writer’s block. It was just weeks ago that I started to write again on my other blog. I already made it half through but due to some interruptions and distractions, I didn’t finish it. It’s still in edit mode, and as a writer, I feel embarrassed. That’s why I want to get back on track. Its a bit of a challenge but hey, I’m starting off with this post. I guess acknowledging a problem is a key to getting over it. I got three blogs to fill and despite that I have a busy schedule, its possible. I don’t hope for more readers or get more acknowledgement, I guess I just want to write, share ideas and get better. Getting acknowledgement and readers will just come along. For now, taking off the writer’s block is a priority I need to take in slowly. I still need to motivate myself and get inspiration. At the end of they day, sharing thought and ideas isn’t illegal, it’s fun and best of all, it’s free.


Life in Poetry: Letter to the Unknown

If there is one thing I value in life, its friends. As much as you want to be in touch with all of your friends, they have a life too. They also have other friends. They will come, and then they will go. Nothing ends, you still see them, you still get a chance to talk to them, but you know you just have to wait for that time like reunions or get togethers. At one point you see them everyday but good things don’t last. But in every person, there is always a special group of friends that you can truly say you roll with. That you live and breath for these guys. A group of friends in which you could say you would die and take a bullet for them. Changes do come, but I still think its crazy to know when one suddenly disappears from an elusive group. You just don’t disappear that way, you always find a way to keep in touch. That is why I am really surprised that a friend of mine all of a sudden acts like we don’t mean shit no more. Sure, I’m happy he found God much more closer than before, and is working hard for his career, but c’mon, one night won’t hurt. He mean so much to me and that is why I’m doing this. Ken Salang, if there is by any chance you’ll get to read this, this poem is for you and to all the people in which experienced having to lose a friend. I don’t know what more I can say, we love you man, and if you act that way, we still respect that. But in all honesty, its all fucked up with how you are treating us. But if is what it is, then so be it. Here’s to you…

Letter to the Unknown

by: Noel Yulo

I remember someone told me years ago
That friends do come and then they go
But we’ve known you for far too long
For you too act like you’re already gone
So tell me something dear my friend
Why you’re not moving in that sand?
It’s quickly swallowing you in whole
Sad part is you don’t care at all
We’re already extending our hands to you
Not moving a muscle you’re making us fools
A successful career we all know you want
Trying to be your parents’ prodigal son
News flash though, all of us are
Working hard so in life we’ll go far
In every time that all of us can show up
Why can’t you find ways to suddenly pop out?
As of now we all have different shit in life
But we can always find a way to be free at night
You’re too busy that’s why your away from us?
Preaching about God like you’re the next Jesus?
At least every time Jesus’ preached to the people
He was always surrounded closely by his disciples
In by any means we are not your followers
But in our lives your presence truly matters
We make fun of you oh, we are all aware
Being laughed at is something each of us bare
Its part of our brotherhood you already know that
But you treat us like were demons that’s a fact
You call us immature you think we don’t know?
We dragging you down right isn’t that so?
Are you too grown up to even have fun?
To play with us under the heat of the sun?
Well if that is the case then so be it
Clearly your new passion had us all beat
But whatever happens you’re still our homie
You’re going through something we cannot see
But it’s fucked up to blow us off all the time
For you hanging out with us is a punishable crime
You can’t blame us if we act like you don’t exist
It’s a sad truth and for you to know we insist
If we mean anything to you then do us a favor
Just show up once before you’re gone forever
Tell us everything you want to say
So all of us can start a new day
Give us time to grieve on your tombstone
Before one day comes and to us you’re unknown