be the end of my road, im facin' find myself still chasin'
lead away from a broken home earnin myself a bad reputation
a promise wasn't enough, nor was any stipulation
awake at the bus station, hopin' 2 find salvation
i was physically wounded, held like a slave in captivity
forgotten, once you nuttin, a cold wars fallen enimey
fallen soldier, held between capture and poverty
wonderin if you gun survive this bloodshed tradgedy
i wrote this when i was high yo
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lead away from a broken home earnin myself a bad reputation
a promise wasn't enough, nor was any stipulation
awake at the bus station, hopin' 2 find salvation
i was physically wounded, held like a slave in captivity
forgotten, once you nuttin, a cold wars fallen enimey
fallen soldier, held between capture and poverty
wonderin if you gun survive this bloodshed tradgedy
i wrote this when i was high yo
roses are red, your pussy is pink, i'd rather be dead then have 2 deal wit dat stink, let me see ya hands right up in the air, now godamnit put em down cause ya armpits is smellin like my underwear, jesus christ you a man trapped inside a womans body, probably gotta dicky and stand whe ya go potty, im a fuckin pot head, i can't say no to drugs, so i just pop until i drop unlike everyone else does,