broke out 100 times, snorted near 1000 lines until finally i
just broke away for good one night. people always said id
never amount to anything and now here i am and ive amounted
to everything. count your blessings and thank false
advertisements, and the media for sending your kids messages
through christ and violence. i ran to the church across the
street and busted through the door, got to the altar, and
the priest was who i stood before. he crossed me in blood,
said say 10 "Hail Mary's", 5 "Our Father's", but that didnt
work apparently, coz im still standing here, repenting for
my sins, only to turn around and have my house broken in,
like karma didnt have enough to do with me before, so now
she's gotta come back and torture me some more. one day ill
fix this twisted life that i have led, until then i'll just
keep wishing that im dead. its always one thing and if you
say its nothing, then its something. and if it isnt
something, then its everything in between. if you swear up
and down that i dont know what you mean, try me, and take a
look at what the fuck ive seen: sexual standards of beauty
to your girls in magazines, persuasion that war is right, to
sending your boys over-seas. switching back and forth from
topic to topic, the government still doesnt know what to say
to the public, because a crippled young man who had lost all
his brothers was forced to invade a hostile country to
protect his mother.
when it comes down to figuring out whats wrong from right,
one bad judgment could affect the rest of your life. I died
one time and God wasn't there. I walked through the valley
of the shadows without a care, demons all around me, an
angel whispered in my ear, said "Son, You and I both know
you belong here." and if it wasnt for that angel, i'd be in
hell, i'd have wandered 100,000 miles to the gates of hell.
I'll leave the outcasts to think of me what they will, in
the mean time, ill go crawl back inside my shell.