Living life's like committing a crime|
U get lost in the balance of time, as you smoke a dime|
And It doesn't help when yer girl leaves you for another |
It feels like life beyond death when you find out its yer brother
So you pull a nine and point at her head |
And if it wasn’t for love than shed be dead |
Gripping the heart of death and decay |
Feeling the cold bite of life everyday|
Without a job, no car and cash|
You can't even afford a secret stash|
So you lie down waiting to die|
Waiting to fry as people walk on by|
And they resist helping, causing of the way you look|
The way you act its like out of a book |
As a dying match yer life begins to flutter |
Sleeping with the rats, yer life's in the gutter |


ITs kinda short