Forbidden Fruit of Youth - Part One

Part One There was a time not so long ago you had respect for life A lust for living with a spirit that wasn't meant to die What ever happened to the man once identified inspiring till the spark was lost and darkness came and crept inside You had a beautiful mind, charisma with a golden flare A unique soul and your character was none compared You had everything and all you wanted to do was share And the sentences you spoke were thoughtful and you always cared Nowa days you're different you're like a stranger with an awkward brain Your personality has changed never to return again I sense the danger for your life, you find it difficult to speak the same and what you say is often strange and I'm acknowledging you're lost in pain What a shame cos we came up together so I hope your intentions arnt to ruin friendships I hope I know you better I'm thinking better of you and I hope you never cause a rift between us or drift away and be fare weathered Cos recently you're seeming you couldn't give a **** if you turned against us, I'm witnessing the grief you bring I've listened in to words you've spit, you've listed certain things that's personal to me so I'm returning it I'll squash you lazy rhymer like a box of tomato cherries Your ordinary words gets me set for commentary I'll watch your casket buried with others standing starring Sharing laughs that you needed some new vocabulary So continue doing what you do and see what happens while your playing These mistakes you make are fading all the things you used to be portraying Once rapping heavy sentences and now you're ass is acting lary I used to watch you flying now you fall like fat canaries Assassinating spitters with a rhyme was necessary Now your procrastinating all the things that ever happen lately Separated from our youths you took it as a planned and very personal attack on ya like a threat was activated that you could barely manage and understand the pace it happens So began to take advantage of your friends and lack of caring became a natural way for you to handle all the hate your having We see it clearly where it's transparent you give it all this practice and make it over apparent Showing barriers and barricaded areas that no one passes Throwing stones in glass house with only you to own the damage and it's done with your airy attitude The truth is captivating sadly that again I'm seeing just another man behaving badly