When your fathers anger shakes the walls,

It doesn’t mean he wants to make it fall.

He wants a hall with a  dove,

So he can see above,

That he is loved.

If you don’t make plans,

Clap your hands,

So your fans can know you have plans for yourself

While you count by tens to meet a goal,

For the pole.

Look at the sign!

Why do you wine?

You should know why.

Don’t give me that cry.

You’ve the one who try to die,

Without a fry.

If you don’t make plans,

Find something else to do

So you can make a clue by not doing drugs,

With the thugs of no hugs.

Drugs are dangerous and not smart,

So whatever you do,

Don’t start and fart around

While no one is going to be found,

With a happy frown,

While you come back,

With a deadly, heavily frown.

If you don’t have plans,

Don’t do drugs,

But give yourself a hug.