Times Colonist

yeah,
just wanna let you all know that.


dear times colonist life aint fair,
shoulda gave shit before you wouldn't dare,
druggy bank robber probably know as a player,
so i decied to share,
fought life like ride and dont play fair,
prob though the same way,
life over death thats what game say,
had his share of tight fame still his gay,
it was wrong or right i came i pay,
you can hit a bong or fight you'll feel pain be it night or day
but life goes on ya might gain or die in the bay,
all i know is we gone run this town,
moon till sun no guns hit the ground,
as his life with no fun just funds screams was his only sound,
22 years its all done you can only run south bownd,
we should have never found,
his body burnt in the ground,



yeah so like one tear one blood and one drug,
like one gear one dud and slug,
is all it takes for a man to die,
it was his no nobody can ask lord why,
but my,
idea of ikea be a be a perfect world nobody cry,
but its not that way,
so people live and die and lifes ok,
and when you gotta break the news,
its like payin dues,
either you pay or you don't,
that aint how he shoulda died his soul still won't
decisions dont make me,
its what you go through and humanely,
dont belong on islands or block D.
but me i could see but unfortunately,
i couldnt get it to stop,
it got to hot,
and now all he got is a dot on the map,
traped,
to much pain in his life,
and all he had was his ex wife,
a brown and a knife,
if thats hard core then welcome to the ghetto,
trapped in hell yet livin in a meadow,
falsetto,
wheres the money,
the renno,
and jay lenno,
cold hard metal.
so i offered him water,
said he wanted something stronger,