Now the baby's in the trash heap balling.
And thats the way it was and thats the way the cookie crumbles
I exist in the depths of solitude pondering my true goal Trying 2 find peace of mind and still preserve my soul
We live like caged beasts waiting for the day to let the rage free.
Everyday there's more death, and plus I'm doughless. I'm seeing more reasons for me to proceed with thieving.
Everything in life is not all beautiful, not all fun. There is lots of killing and drugs.