Carrying Burdens Of Murderers Throughout The Night,
Is Apart Of My Schedule But Still Doesn't Seem Right.
I Put Them Along With Mine But Still Get Abused By You.
I Keep My Love Still And Strong But It Seems Like There's Still No Use.
Take These Knives Out My Back Like The O'Jays.
I'm Fighting It Day By Day But The Pain Just Won't Go Away.
I'm Tired Of Seeing The Same Ole People Fail.
I'm Trying To Move Around But I'm Getting A Little Stale, Getting Stiff.
It's Time To Make A Shift And Change Gears To Shake It Off.
Because I'm Getting Too Congested And It's Making Me Cough.
But You Can Bet That I'm Tired Of Spitting Up Blood
For These Petty Mice Who Live To Pick Up My Crumbs.
I Don't Know About This Push Comes To Shove Stuff,
But When It Comes Down To It, I Ain't Feeling The Love Enough.!
So I'm Done. . . .