My Good Son

You know when
You are so chocked so many times, i just go away ! listen what i tell
I don't want to hear about your lies
All the time my friends are falling down but even keeping their pride when we'll say that i can't stay away joking enough myself again
My parents put me in the world
Like a piece of chess if i play their game i'd be a good son but i play on the black side and now you'll have to fight 'till the end i'm tired to be wrong, the proud father may be mistaken
I'd prefer tears and truth.. true about me