The loneliest day...

Jay-byrd: I'm bout tired of sitting here while you type these sappy ass tales...
What happened to slapping a nigga? When it got this bad?
Jason: Well I was tired of having to ask for bail.
Tired of waking up in the bookings. Tired of it being that bad...
Jay-byrd: But my nigga, you embarrassing... You barely sleep!
And to be honest you putting a cramp in my ability to creep.
Horny as fuck over here. Your simple ass looking for the one.
I'm trying to smash miss wrong, miss right now smoke and be done!
Jason: Yeah? Really my dude? Embarrassed? Well what about them nights in that box?
All cuz you did a bunch of gangster shit listening to the lox.
Seem to remember doing that bit by myself! where you dip to?
Oh you like most did the crime but can't do the time too...
Funny how it was this feelings filled mother fucker that you call soft,
that did that whole bit, you in the recesses of my mind, cut off.
Jay-byrd: Noticing slightly you got some shit on your chest...
and I'm out, fuck it you handle your mess...
Just remember you wanted to be me,
you are he,
that saw what you see,
disliked and went and created me...
Jason: As usual, on my loneliest day,
nothing from you but these things that you say,
so true and yet if you meant them you'd stay,
I'll tell your ignorant ass why it has to be this way...
I was fine when you were created,
just wasn't in the loop of info stating that.
I was the dope boy,
before you ever started selling crack!
I'll tell you why I never needed you, the drink, and why I just need to be....
Why I'm the last of a dying breed,
Also why I haven't yet planted a seed....
I'm the realist nigga still breathing... And your just the dumbed down version of me!