times are hard & i have trouble finding God
my mind is slippin, i live life w/ no regard
pain became a friend, i dont mind being scarred
my emotions are starved, i need to feed them
so i inject this needle & speed the demon
fast life is my wife cause im married to dreaming
got me believing that im leaving like day & evening
im i even breathing? i dont care, im getting out of here
moving quickly to my destination... which still isn't clear
im headed no where, but it has to be better then this
my legs feel light & i feel nice of the dope's kiss
veins are rich w/ blood dipped in my poison's components
my soul feels like a box of donuts, empty.. filled w/ holes
but i dont pay attention as i speed up my stroll
theres pep in my step now.. damn, i am on a roll
went from slow to fast, cant wait to get to where im gonna go
which is.... well, i dont know... away from my past
away from this mask, away from this alley of trash
& not have to ask myself "do i think this food will last?"
past this drug abuse & using, past this state of confusion
as i consentrate on all this, day light starts loosing
night time enters & my high is coming down
its dark now & i stop to look around
still hear familiar sounds, hear the movement of cars
now my focus is up as i look for God in the stars
totally out of my fog, i turn around... This Is So Bizarre!!
come to find out... all that time, im still in the alley
and i only moved a Whole Nine Yards!!!!!!