I’m afraid I’ve gone from being modest,
now I’m swelling with pride and ego.
Once righteous, all week wore Sunday best,
now hell awaits, while smiling I go.
I was once always sober in mind
now, reeling off heroin all year.
Once bore compassion, orphans I’d mind.
Now, cold as ice, their fear I don’t hear.
Sometime back I was not of temper
and so loving without shame to show.
Now my rage burns like red hot pepper.
I’m afraid I might swing you a blow,
but more afraid you just watched me fade
before your eyes bro, yet you could aid