With my eyes wide,
looking to find.
A way through the day.
A life for the night.
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people.
I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life.
Like what the hell am I doing right?
Just, take me away.
Like I'm overdosed with cocaine.
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain.
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people.
We are not the same, I'm a Martian.
You see things like these?
I earned them.
And all the pictures of you and me?
I burned them.
Sp it ain't no proof it was there.
But, sometimes I think about my life with my face down.
My life used to be empty, but now my life is full.
My memories used to be full, but now it's empty.
Walk through the gates of hell.
Me and the Devil share the blunts.
Shootin' at pictures for target practice.
My mind, fucked up, so I cover it.
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Verwijderde gebruiker - 07-10-2014 om 20:11