I do it out of love

I smacked him upside the head. I wanted to put my foot up his ass, honestly. I did it out of love. He’s not my child,but he’s my friend. And he’s doing things that could get him killed. I wish he would change. It’s not worth it. And he's too smart to be so goddamn stupid.

I did it out of love, though. I care about him. Why he gotta be so foolish though? Being in a gang. What's so great about it? You think that makes you cool? You think it's a good thing? It makes you powerful? Better than anyone else?

In my opinion, if you need a group to beat someone up, you're the biggest wuss I'll ever hear of. It's not cool, it's not great. It's hell. Hell on earth. Why would you put yourself through that?

Why would he do it? He might be getting into some other problem, and so I walked up to him, and smacked him upside the head... He was sitting down though... He's too tall for me to smack while he's standing up. But that's beside the point. I hit him because it's his own stupid fault for getting himself into that in the first place.
He acts all nonchalant, but I wonder how he really feels inside. Is his heart beating fast, hard? Does his throat tie up in a knot? Or, being in a gang, where you have to do things... does he even have a heart?

He could get killed someday. It happens all the time. And I'd abandon him as a friend, but it's too late. I already care. And I don't want to be the one that has to identify his body one day, because I just couldn't do it. And I know he wouldn't want to do it, if the shoe was on the other foot. I've hugged him before. He has a heart. It beats a sweet melody. I want that melody to keep playing for a long, long time.