What the seasons change

I once knew this man, who was cursed from birth,
Destined to stagger through his life just to earn his worth,
In one turn of the earth this story takes its place,
Upon the summer shores of nowhere, the place that he makes,
His home he returns alone from a long day,
Having lost his job and soon his house and fiancé,
The wrong way to turn was the path that he took,
He pi$sed his savings up the wall and on the grass he was hooked,
The past that he took, for granted, and messed with his sight,
See he missed the finer points such as lessons in life,
Hip-Hop and his wed to be wife that brought the cool in his heart,
And by the time the autumn came,
Things were falling apart.

So now he’s standing in the dole queue,
This girl with the face of an angel,
Says he’s looking down,
But she has a way to sustain all,
It comes in a powdered form,
And its good for healing scars,
But healing scars comes at the cost,
Of robbing till's and steeling cars,
Feeling far from obliged,
He follows her lead down a beaten path,
Where the homeless wallow you see,
Swallows his need for pride he cant hold his thin weight,
So finds himself in a church to control his intake,
Being judged by this father for trying to pave his way,
He looks him in the eyes,
And asks him how’s your faith these days?
I strive for betterment, he replied in tones of sentiment,
But I lost all faith in this god that I once thought heaven sent,
He never meant to destroy all the things that he came across,
It’s the sour taste of defeat on the street,
Now all aim is lost, the pain the cost,
For his mistakes but never even really a sinner,
Its gonna be a long winter.

His frail body shudders as the winter wind passes through him,
Thinking of all the people in his past that knew him,
That shaft or screwed him,
His heart is brewing for knowing what he must do,
Is seek shelter and aid from the love he once knew,
One last shot for courage hits him then his eyes are blood red,
Inside he sees a man living the life he once led,
Forfiting to the anger and torcher within,
He decides to pay back mankind for her sins,
Jumps in his stolen car, grabs a needle from the glove box,
Decided that he never even really knew what love was,
He kicks in the front door to catch them having sex,
Slams him to the floor and stabs her in the neck,
She kicks and she screams so he beats her till she’s slack mouth,
Realising what he's done he stares dumbfounded smacked up,
Blacks out awakens in a holding cell knowing he can’t see,
Hope tomorrow is spring,
Time for re-growth.

So with the first light of spring a officer removes his chains,
His mood is pained as he re-enters the world his vision true again,
Takes a step and says in a defiant statement,
"Anything lost can be found again except for time wasted."
He's right on chasing on a path to heal himself,
Kicks the habit before he kills himself and feels his health,
Return in the mental and physical. His intentions to make it good,
Though his struggle when prevention is visible,
Redemption isn’t all its cracked up to be,
He decides as he dreams to smack it up a key,
On the brink of life or loss,
Not knowing what he's holding so before he f#cks it up again somebody should have told him,
No matter your status factors we all been humble,
No matter the foundation all solid, things can crumble,
No matter the strength or length something’s sustained,
It never stays the same that’s simply what the seasons change.