My eyes are red the sky is gray and I can barely stand my head.
My lungs are clutter with sharp edge blades and I’m losing my breath.
My tongue is bleeding my muscles are sore and I feel like staying in bed.
I drank not much, I smoked not long but my nights are done and after them I regret.
Like now, today, when mind collide with reason and I think about my net.
My stomach is weak my arteries are clogging and what I said I didn’t meant.
Forgive me for being dumb for not holding my bleeding tongue; forgive me today dead.
My debt is increasing my wallet is missing and money is something I never head.
Why do we buy things to hurt our selves to make our dreams end?
I wish money from my pores would pour, I wish I could bend.
I don’t have any, but I’m always one of the few that’s happy to lend.
The suffering always reaches my heart and I forgot to tell them its extend.
But they see me tranquil and calm and they would never understand, my friend.
The money is on their hands and my future is on hold but I do fend.
The importance is in giving not in taking pleasure or pain.
What would you accomplish in the future? I hope some fame.
Be great and happy, be smart and graceful, successful and tame.
I never ask for anything back just learn how to play the world’s game.
Out there is hard, I lost some pride and embraced some shame.
To get to hell is always easy but you should know no one to blame
if you lose the right path and you don’t make your name.
