Chill back and dont go for the night beach, Because right now that life is just to far outta reach

When the world dies and your lookin to the sky for a little somthing to satisfi your need for more, your need to go out and increase your sore, and your need to go out and get beating down to core.
So i'm livin life, So put away your knife and take a new rout and change you morals and what you all about.With out basic lines to bring strucher to day, you might go to the streets to find a new way, till the time comes when you get up and run, cuz you cant take it no more. done with the blood, the shit, the dirt and gore.It's the life of a man, to push on and make a new plan, when your old you slipps through you hand almost like sand, But what happens when all your food is gone and cooked up in that pan, It's everyday when we go to sleep that we make sure that me can get back up and deal with the heat. so we can go to sleep and not have to breath deep or hide away in the cold ass sheets...

when we cry you know that its real pain, not a wanksta who thinks his in the game. We have made our name, We dont even clam fame or try to be the best, cuz we are just trying to make it through the test of life. So if you can do that without having to pull out a knife to fight for your life or to stop those tears comin from your humble wife.

I congradulate you on all those things that you had to contomplate. Without a thing to take and make into a life, a life that can go on for your own sake.This here is life you tell me who choses what wrong and right, tell me is it that fright that you go to bed with every night that you wont wake up in the mornings snoring, but instead coverd with red, laying there dead.

Thats what we gotta go through, cuz we gotta make it to--the light at the end of the tunnle,And suck all the darkness out like a funnel, to remain the suttle person that you are, riding around in that car,With so many scars to mark the fight, we went through that night.

And these notes gon turn into songs, even with some wrong--musacal notes,but i dont care cuz its all about the way we ryhem and the stairs we climed to forget the times we got pushed down in the dirt without a shirt, even when i think back on it I just stared and sat back, while i died inside, but continued to ride.I dont know what happened i was just sittin there with blood on my hands, i guess i went to chase the grands, and fell in the sand,cuz i was runnin to fast, and wereing that mask i had always been,i commited to many sins i had to put it on, in order to continue with the wrongs i am makin, doin the jobs of Satin, all for the money that i should have been makin.

live the life you got keep on pushin when you get shot.and keep the wheels turning cuz when you give it all up, in the end we are all gon be burning