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