bizzy.

from a bambeano till the grave,
we're tryin to get high
yet i have no wings so how will i ever fly.
it seems as tho now time flys
and who will i be by the morring time?
manic just tryin not to panic,
do nothing in the moment but its hard
cause im serchen for the sunny days or even a way out.
but this is what it sounds like when thugs cry.
and all i do is try try and try to see how i can stay out
but yet back at the start i start to lose heart,
failin like a walkin abortion,
were am i to go when i lose faith cause the lord cant save me
and the devil is on every corner and at every bar.
so is there any use
or are we really just born to die.