most people prefer,
water and wine
then the water and grime
the seeps deep in broken sinks
and it still cost a dime
The day is a grind, but it seems I'm too worn out
I look back, is this how i wanted my life to turn out?
You learn fast, you cant fail once you grow old
You just forget the world and let it grow cold.
And you know
You cant quit, 'cause quitting is a thing of the past
So you lay back and hope this life wont keep kicking your ass
I don't walk, but when I do, I do it alone
Retrace my past steps and try to see how ive grown
But it seems that ive not, I'm still filling my pocket with pott
Empty stomach and my lunges hurt a lot,
But I'm not shot, I'm beaten
but it seems that I'm not buried yet.
There's a monkey on my back but I swear I can carry it
I'm weary yet, my eyes seem to fade till there close
I can't keep myself away from my foes
but you know how it goes.