For Victor Smith -- The Good One

I remember standing there

golden sun in my golden, curled, hair

golden sun hits the glasses and orange vests 

standing on the roof of the construction site

and my brother, my mentor, my father of the moment said,

"Crabs, if you put them 

in a bucket and one climbs  

and finds a way out, the others

will rush to pull him down"

no one wants you to 

rise

"You're in the shit with us"

      but truly

      am I?

"Know your place, you must be ill to step out of frame"

      my boy they will try 

      and assign your place

      stay good, stay smart, stay brave

      I want my seed watered well

      in a good place

The Good One gets it

you dig?

The Good One can pull it

off when no one

else can 

I can

walk this shit off

with

a shit eating grin

find strength in your 

religion, and don't allow

it to run strength over you 

find money in places

other men are afraid

to look

find a girl with guts

that only wants 

one dick and you'll 

be a happy man

I'm a Good One

and that golden sun

is gonna shine through

white washed winter

mountain meadows like milk

You raised a Good One, Victor Smith