With a cold glare, he laced his kicks up
to go where, he could hang up pictures
Mixed up, had a black garbage sack of clothes
A box of belongings, and half a roach
set his box on the ground, inhales the smoke deep
and pulls his coat coller up to the cold breeze
it's raining outside when he closes his eyelids
and trys to find his inner alliance
with god, now more then ever lacks defiance
his gloomy day, even dark burned his eyes red
and he no longer had shelter provided
didnt know what to do? turn to violence
or turn to restart the life he never seen
and find a new bitch to fuck every week
gold up in his teeth, blah; yea right
its puff to belive, he'd have that life
or as his predecessors, could repeat the truth
and find his head hurt, strung up in a noose
he lost the only thing hr knew, or could relate to
never thought they'd be apart, but this what fate do
every day had faith too, now it finally come tru
but now he's confused, dont know who to pray to
or what to do, sent out on his own and lifes hard
after serving twenty five years behind bars
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