Wet streets, cold beer and music
He's got talent will he ever use it?
He's only happy when he’s drunk and boozin'
never a winner he is always losing

He cant count one goal in life
He’s only happy cause he's still alive
He wants kids and he wants a wife
but drinking is his life so he will have no life

The wrong direction is the only way he knows
Struggle will follow him every where he goes
He’s lost his best friend two times in a row
With all this havoc is he ever going to grow

Cold parks make a bed under moonlight
Still bleeding from the drunken stupid fist fight
food in his pocket makes a meal for the lonely night
This way of life he can handle but it aint right

He’s a fighter even though hell always lose
Hell have your back whether on or off the booze
He’s got a chance in life but hell have to choose
Out of the gutter is what he needs, where is his muse?

My boy
My love
Best friend sent to me from above
If you fall
I fall
Stick with me and well prove it to them all!