Sorry I'm late, work sucks and we all know that as an established fact.......
Now.....

Sky Lights:::

:::The Quick Fix:::
Feelin Cursed It hurts not seein my lovers purse/
On the counter I shower an drown like a flounder/
Ready for suicide no money and debt deeply immersed/
Yet to my dispite my eyes burn from this bright light/
Instead of electric it was an idea that illuminated my head/
Fuck death I'll hit the city that never sleeps instead/
I figure I aint got shit like constipation my brains racein/
Pacin back an forth till I wind up at the train station/
One city slumbers Vegas or NY, hmmm which is it/
I figure I'm "gamblin" either way so I want a Vegas Ticket/
::The Ride/Arrival::
Across the flat plaines with many thoughts in my brain/
I need something in my life something with no pain/
Just a listening ear, strength when weak, unconditional love/
I figure this figure will come to me right after the Cubs/
Then through the door I see the ceiling lights glimmer/
A man with a cross and a book, says his names Minister/
I was offered a chance to walk above the sunlight during twilight/
I might if not for the fright of what possesions I would sacrifice/
Yeah that would be nice, if I had a few, so to get to the skylights what do I do/?
"Attend all my classes and sunday masses I need an assistant, if you dont mind me askin"/
Then the train stops and doors open, I'm hopin to leave the casino's broken/
Still at least thinkin of my words with the priest who left stating/
Gambling and Vegas are both evil and hatefull thiefs/
:::The End of It All:::
The slow motion sets in like stimulation of seditation placin/
Half of my bet, back that Black jack to count money stacks/
Twenty, yeah this my money, this may be it, shit I think I'll split/
Bettin almost all on one game, the two cards that deal are the same/
Six up, sixteen both, now do you want the hit, or does this hand fold/
Tap my fingure on the table, and seeing the smile of a dealt king thats faker than fables/
Bust, oh shit, Our nations motto's in god we trust, so should I pray/
Hit...Oh Shit I got back to twenty, at least I keep half my money/
but Befor I grab my stacks the dealer shouts blackjack and takes it back/
Now nothing could go my way, without a home for eternity or just today/
And that day I stared at the Casino Skylights and glimpsed hells Flame/

::The End::::::::

Sorry its so long, I key these usually, and well, let the voting Begin