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I grew up in a normal family but I didn't really have many friends
As a kid I was bullied, and to feel normal sometimes I had to pretend
At an early age I learned about loneliness, depression, and envy
I got used to being letdown because letdowns seemed to be in the plenty
Music became an escape for me, I used to listen to rock like mostly nirvana
When I was a kid the only friend I had was Rex, and he was my pet iguana
As time went by I became angry, y and even a little arrogant
It was evident, that, coupled with negligence, that disaster was eminent
Later on I would finally meet people I that would consider my friends
It was weed that brought us together, and I stayed high until the end
For the next 2 years I was living like a rock star and everything seemed fine
I wrote music, played in a band, played live and partied every night
Did I mention the girls? Yea they started coming around too after a while
Hook ups, break ups, promiscuous sex, kinky sex, I was real damn wild
Getting drunk in club parking lots, smoking joints and dancing the night away
No cares in the world, just seizing the moment and living for the day
I remember these days like they were yesterday but everything has to end sometime
I remember these days like they were yesterday but everything has to end sometime
I had a girlfriend, she introduced me to drugs, shopping and being broke
Motels, manicures, unfaithfulness, it was a bad dream and I never awoke
A couple months later I lost my job and I just couldn't afford her anymore
I learned that you can't make a housewife out of any everyday whore
She left me and I was alone but soon I had a new girl standing by my side
I had many misadventures with my new girlfriend, that lady I called White
I'd get loans, write bad checks, max out credit cards and rip off drug dealers
Then drive around town sniffing 'caine and smoking on some reefer
Driving from the projects, I'd hit the highway and drive around for miles
Running through powder and gasoline like if it was running out of style
I felt paranoid and fear that sometimes turned to full blown hallucinations
Praying to God "Please don't take me tonight, I don't know if I'll see salvation"
I might have overdosed, had a stroke or a mini heart attack but I know I felt panic
The next day though I was back to the same routine just trying different tactics
I've saw many sunsets but I broke dawn and saw many more sun rises
Little did I know that that life still had a couple more surprises
Like one night I hallucinated I was being chased by dozens of cop cars
I tried getting away and ended up ditching my car some place really far
So when it happened for real, I didn't know it was real until I woke up with scars
In the hospital with tubes draining my lungs and machines keeping me alive
I got shot once but in total it was fifty nine other bullets I really survived
I suppose this happened for a reason, and for me to really live, I almost had to die
I remember these days like they were yesterday but everything ends sometime
I remember these days like they were yesterday but everything ends sometime
