On May twenty second...nine-teen eighty-seven
i was born...but i wasnt born wit a happy endin'
i wish i was in heaven..with jesus..you better believe this
then people wouldn't start beef with me, cuz im next to jesus
that would be genuis...but life isnt fair to sum people
its like we puppets... dangling over a religous Steeple
free the people......
cuz we dont like being tied up like we was a monsterous beast
we have no rights...fuck the bill...we know... we wont ever get released
id rather be deceased ...then live wit my fucked up life
no dad, no nothing ...he died in a car crash wit his present wife
which is my mom...thats all i ever knew thats the one who brought me up
we went through the tough times..i heard the death chimes..but she never gave up
but times change and people get older and colder till they hit there last breath
i feel kinda sad for them...i wish no person would have to cope with death
but thats life....... and people know life must progress
but if it happens to regress...we fucked..we'll always be the damsle in distress
its hard to express your feelings but it needs to be done
you have to let people know escpically your loved ones
cuz if u dont you'll never be heard
then you'll live a life like me and u never had to say one word