Kick him to the curb, tell him the jig is up, nah?
Leave him to the same kind of cold lonely isolation I felt when I came clean about crimes I never did. Just stand by, let him fall back on some old mistakes, drive himself crazy out there all alone, nah?
I'd do that, Doc, just to prove to you what a bad idea that'd be, but fuck that. I don't give up on no one. Not just him -- no one.
You know I got love for the cap'n. But how many friends he got, Doc? You know how many I got? All of em. Sure, they don't like me much, but I keeps em. I spend half my time keeping this shit afloat, half of it tryna keep my mitts up. If I lose something in translation well goddamn.
And I get it. I'm a realist. I know how deep people can cut. If you think I'm tolerating, you wrong. I spent my whole time here not tolerating a damn thing. But the one thing I can do is be unconditional when somebody need they head straight. Who taught me that? Not my piece of shit father. Not crackhead momma. Not my cousins, not that piece of shit haunting my head-- it's all you, L. L. Cool Bear. That's our blood out there, man. You should be helping me.
Re: Voice
I oughtta drop Wesker like a baaaad habit, nah?
Kick him to the curb, tell him the jig is up, nah?
Leave him to the same kind of cold lonely isolation I felt when I came clean about crimes I never did. Just stand by, let him fall back on some old mistakes, drive himself crazy out there all alone, nah?
I'd do that, Doc, just to prove to you what a bad idea that'd be, but fuck that. I don't give up on no one. Not just him -- no one.
You know I got love for the cap'n. But how many friends he got, Doc? You know how many I got? All of em. Sure, they don't like me much, but I keeps em. I spend half my time keeping this shit afloat, half of it tryna keep my mitts up. If I lose something in translation well goddamn.
And I get it. I'm a realist. I know how deep people can cut. If you think I'm tolerating, you wrong. I spent my whole time here not tolerating a damn thing. But the one thing I can do is be unconditional when somebody need they head straight. Who taught me that? Not my piece of shit father. Not crackhead momma. Not my cousins, not that piece of shit haunting my head-- it's all you, L. L. Cool Bear. That's our blood out there, man. You should be helping me.