10,000 hours learning

You're not listening to me,

But when have I ever talked a line that’s been straight?

I’m so ashamed of what my name means,

I’m going to change the narrate.

10,000 hours of my life that I spent living in sin.

I think that more than validates my expert opinion.

Do yourself a favor,

Put your ego down, just listen.

I have a couple things to say,

The open minded gain wisdom.

I fucked up everything I had of value,

I even lost the pots I had to piss in!

I knew the second time I got arrested,

That my next stop would be prison.

There is something inside me,

That I’ve been trying to fight.

And by something I mean everything,

Because nothing is right!

Somehow doubling my energy,

Quadruples my issues?

I just bought a new box of kleenex,

How am I out of fucking tissues?!

I had to beg people to let me eat.

Surviving…man… Thats so last week.

If my father were a free man, he’d think I’m disappointing,

‘Leaders don’t lead by example son,

Thats why fingers were made for pointing.’

I won’t be hurting my friends or family

I don’t have a single soul to lose.

It’s hard to get people back in your life,

When they’ve already been used.

I wish they could see they taught me lessons,

I just didn’t know that I was learning.

I was busy being a piece of shit,

But I looked back, my life was burning.

It’s not that I’m a narcissist,

I just have nothing else to prove.

I left graves of demons marked in hell,

That will testify my truth.

I'v slain Satan,

Have you?

Minions, and henchmen, Azul?

If you had won the wars that I have won,

Survived from my youth.

Seventeen - ‘ just need a couch to sleep- man, is that cool?’

I built a happy home for 6, before forty.

If it’s not a life or death decision,

this entire interactions now bored me.

I've been to the bottom with demons, liars,

scoundrels and whores.

Wait, fuck… That’s a mirror.

It’s just me, I’m all four.

I mean, those are all me,

but not the "me" I would be.

Because the "me" I would be,

Well, I had J O but not E

Men are bad, true.

But women, much worse.

They want me in their closets,

like I am a purse!

Never ever again,

Do I think that I’ll be a ‘we’

Too many fish in the sea,

To change from catch and release.

The man who I am,

who I’m trying to be.

Is the same one inside of me,

Without the insecurities.

I am not a good man.

I just want you to know.

The man who fucked you over,

That’s not the final version of Joe.