street life
- Sharp pains
- like blades
- numb the nerves Even numbness hurts
- Vigorously shaking hypothermia Shaking out my soul
- Drilling deep..deeper the hole
- No energy to strive
- To be unfortunate is to survive
- Nothing to eat..No desire to eat
- Unable to stand..cant feel my feet
- January blizzard just got real
- Dreaming of jail best way is to steal
- THIS WASN'T ME never have I stole
- Crime is the only option to steal back my soul
- Forget bed and breakfast in fancy hotels
- My reality of luxury a night in the cells
- I pray to God for my arrest
- A night behind bars for this I'd be blessed
- Or for he to take me if he can't break my curse
- Who would morn me ? Who'd finance my Hurst?
- Not a number nor am I a name..just like the rats
- but I envy the rats..i envy their race
- Thier fur there existance Oh to be a rat
- blessed are the rats . Blessed are the criminals doing time
- For they have food.. shelter Lord Grant me a crime
