Most my life I’ve been known as a riff-raff/
I hung with the outcasts/
I only felt like myself whenever I would get smashed
I’m easy round people long as they don’t ask bout my troubled past/
I was displined but didn’t really give give a shit about my pain and sorrow/
Hoping for someone to come along and take away my tomorrow/
I broke but too proud to look for money to borrow/
Even if it was just till tomorrow/
Didn’t know my heart was missing cause my stomach was hallow/
God gave me style and forgot to give me grace/
So ever time I slipped up I landed hard on my face/
I know I’m 2nd to none that’s how I can still win the race/
The gift and the curse, the curse and the gift/
Spirits kept my spirit alift/
even though you faggots always gave me so much shit/
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