Originally Posted by comet_one
how do we turn a blind eye to this life of crime/
when all you have is just pure shit in ya life/
and the only answer to it all is to blaze and get high/
but sometimes to get high you need to use crime/
when high's and crimes are tied, your just destin to die/
coz your testing the guy that supplied the meaning of life/
cos you ticking the lime, and to tick you have time/
but we're blind as a child, running free running wild/
and there will come a time when you get high from the crime/
and realise you need to cut the line on this life of crime/
or you'll be doing time inside, you'll be living with grime/
living on the inside, wishing you had died/
