i listen to depressed music, because i stay in a depressed mood, to smoote my mood of violence, which dont equal any silence, i try to invent a decent picture
but my picture is a visual off the street that havent forgive me, i live from the death that present that life, relapsing on crime off my past, where do i last, rolling grass, just to past the task where no one seems to ask
hard to laugh, when you feeling so much pain, so how can i sustain this emotional drain, off the present that i cant contain, they told me to write about hope
but wen your back is against the ropes, its hard to find hope, so i said, nope, then the evils behind the criminal walls, freedom have failed to fall
wondering if this heart can stand tall, the things that bring unsuccessful item, the rather shoot the rifle then speak, and the dreams that seek
wondering if we are a freak of nature, forever never gotten better over time, somehow we recline in time, so the divine nine, talk about crime all the time, nut shows no action
so they also afraid of death, we have nothing left, saving other people for wars, my arms head and legs are sore, wondering if my thought reach more
im not bullet proof, reahed to the news, how can we improve this living, where theres no forgiving
im steady dreaming and believing of a change, but its just a dream, for i seem things that happens in nightmare, which i do share to tell, how can we spare
RHONE