yea im sound, im just worried about you, and how it would of affect you it bein mine

i often wonder bout a little lady, or even a boy, but it jsut isnt me, you see i bearly take care of myself, i can bearly tell the time after to many bottles, i can hardly make it to work with out hittin the five past mark, im not a father figer im more a loose cannon wishin i was someone else but what the haps, its crazy the best bit of me ran down my mothers leg.