Irish-dipstick
10-17-06, 07:02 PM
my life is twisted
burnt and blistered
they want me to cut my wrists
sh1t and i dont no why
everyone gunning for me to die
i try to dry my eyes but tears must flow
i feel like a pressured pimp without my hoes
i feel like being able to smell without a nose
kinda bare but i stear wearing all my clothes
and still i feel a gap to fill
maybe my dreams but whats the issue
blood and sweat is my only remorse
i cant speak up my voice is going horse
and i try to hold all my emotions lock in cabinet
i feel empty like and ocean with all live abandoned
and i need a reason for why im treated this way
maybe ill die today on the next to layed off
and how now should i make money legally
cause every business i go to calls me a weakiling
but not with they mouth i can see the fire in they eyes
like im on an grill im the fish getting fried
and all the years that i wasted is nothin to the pain im facin
to grief i have taste seems like ive come along way
and to get pulled back for mistakes made in the past
i couldn't even think of a time where i layed and basked
dam its kinda tragic but money isn't made with magic
my life is a living hell like im dead burnin in a casket
and some say death is eternal i hope not
cause i would be just happy to sit in the gorund till my body rots.....
burnt and blistered
they want me to cut my wrists
sh1t and i dont no why
everyone gunning for me to die
i try to dry my eyes but tears must flow
i feel like a pressured pimp without my hoes
i feel like being able to smell without a nose
kinda bare but i stear wearing all my clothes
and still i feel a gap to fill
maybe my dreams but whats the issue
blood and sweat is my only remorse
i cant speak up my voice is going horse
and i try to hold all my emotions lock in cabinet
i feel empty like and ocean with all live abandoned
and i need a reason for why im treated this way
maybe ill die today on the next to layed off
and how now should i make money legally
cause every business i go to calls me a weakiling
but not with they mouth i can see the fire in they eyes
like im on an grill im the fish getting fried
and all the years that i wasted is nothin to the pain im facin
to grief i have taste seems like ive come along way
and to get pulled back for mistakes made in the past
i couldn't even think of a time where i layed and basked
dam its kinda tragic but money isn't made with magic
my life is a living hell like im dead burnin in a casket
and some say death is eternal i hope not
cause i would be just happy to sit in the gorund till my body rots.....