I got this thorn in my side, I try but can't get it out. Been killing me for years gone by a miserable, painful bout. No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it, it stays.
So many things these eyes have seen. People I've met and places I've been. Inconceivable how one maintains. In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain.
I've just returned from a long round trip. Many tales I have to tell.. Now I don't get high,. so you think I'm not hip. But I've seen the gates of Hell..
I sit and pick my brain each night. With an axe in my hand held tight. Bite my nose to spite my face. Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race. . Wallowing in neck-deep misery.
{As we look at the situation today. I think the main concern that I have is. The attitudes that are created among. Many of our younger people, in which.
Welcome to the rat race, people killing themselves. To get ahead of the pack, back stab and attack. Out for self, the money, the power, the fame. Competition and greed in a world without shame.
Only the strong survive.. Living all these days for myself, not you.. Mind your own business, I do what I do.. All of you who like to preach all day,.
Emptiness slips into my mind. Emotion so fucking hard to find. I center myself in this universe. With peace amongst all the pains and hurts. . I think of all the things that would've been.
What kind of soul that gets to hell?. All hope abandoned please render here. It's the state of the world address c'mon fuckers. . Just look at the state we're in people at odds there's nuclear fission.
Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh. Let the boys be boys. Slam, da duh duh, da duh duh. Make noise b-boys. . Well it's another one, in the gutter one, ghetto running em.
Out of sight and out of mind. When you look at yourself do you find. Everything you want to be. Or do you see what I see. . Too late to change your life.
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast. In hating all of the bullshit you give me. About my future, present and past. . Who are you to infringe your values upon me?.
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast. In hating all of the bullshit you give me. About my future, present and past. . Who are you to infringe your values upon me?.
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast. In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past. Who are you to infringe your values upon me, I've learned the hard way.
(Piano Intro By Billy). Scarred for life. Scarred for life. Scarred for life. Memory, for all eternity. There forever of how it used to be. Scarred for life, try to forget the past.
Someday I hope to rise above. Material chains which hold me down, hold me down. To turn my anger into love. And keep my feet planted on the ground, on the ground.
There was an old farmer who lived by a rock,. He sat in the meadow a-shaking his fist,. At some boys who were down by the crick (creek),. Their feet in the water, their hands on their marbles.