sometimes i sit and listen to the rainfall
thinken about life, and how its so painful
my plate's full and i aint even hungry
im hateful, i jsut might have to hurt somebody
walken around, pacing back and forth, im getting nervous
im going awall and never did time in the service
i make a fist, punch the wall until its bloody
leaving my house, clothes wrinkled, looking scrubby
loosing control runaway train, all abourd
i start praying, on my knees, oh my lord
i got the devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other
i thought she was crazy, i should of listened to my mother
she use to warn me about temptations
but i jsut thought it was all her imagination
now im living in fear, cant hide my tears
pass out every night holding a blunt and a beer
wake up, roll another one, my brains numb
im fucked up, got my heart beating likea drum
i feel like im in a boat with a hole and its sinking
im close to drowning, my face frowning, what was i thinken
i try drinken away my pain, wake up wit ha hangover
i got bad luck, i needa four leaf clover
im like a pinata, getting hit, about to burst
instead of pushing my beamer ill be getting pushed in a hertz
but when u think u got it bad, somebody has it worse
and thats when i learned to overcome the curse
black cats, broken mirrors, im walken under ladders
step on cracks, break backs, does it really matter
voo doo magic, bad luck, or am i cursed
when u think u gotta somebody always got it worse
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