where is it now, in my head, my anger comes out on a fucking pen, yet the words flow out of my mouth like its gonna change the world, i got a baby girl like a day, without a world to grow up, life sucks, just go and always fuckin show up, thats what i was always told, till i grow old, and suck up the old gold rolls its a cult if you ask me everyones the same, and images slapped on there face preying for better days, i gotta make it thorough the beginning cause i always need an end, if i dont i wont live to fucking see my life bend, but if i dont live, please tell me whats the deal, cause i cant die alone when my life wasnt real people act the same always tricking the same ho, in love with the same ho, the one u changed for, u punk bitch pussy why couldnt u, leave a ho gone, cause the bitch really dissed u, she played u all around, but u thought the upper hand was yours, till the bitch made u feel slapped back on the ground, beleive me i was tellin you about the past a bitch shouldnt last till she gets passed the other story line doing another line staying up all the time with sex on her mind always down for one more time, so im just dying to see the next lie
