word to the youth sippin on that 100 proof truth
not giving a fuck about the future
only the present cause that time flys away like a pheasant
in the blink of an eye, thats why im high
to slow the days and maintain the haze
of memories everlastin casting me off
to the next decade of deceit
hope I get a receipt for the rip off of life
no chance savings, only engravings to stone
trapped in a cage of regret must i divert
my attention to hatred of ages
as the poetic injustice flows
I must turn the pages