Lyrics
i look to the sky,
and wonder why i havnt been found,
im left with fists full of dirt, just punching the ground,
ive been around the bend, and back again, so i cant pretend,
and i was never here, being a man, being your friend,
i never used to look to the end, i just live for the day,
but now when i look up, sometimes i look away,
i feel myself start to stray, but im better than that,
i feel my heart turn to clay, like i have to settle for that,
i stept back from the draft, i feel the heat on my skin,
i try to take a look inside to this feeling within,
running through my skin, deep in my veins,
ruining me with memorys, that left stains in my brain,
i feel like going insane, just to see that its like,
just stop giving a fuck, just for tonight, just to see what its like,
go run a muck with a knive, shaper than a razorblade,
wemon love phychos, ill slaughter 12 and then get laid,
ill never go back to being a slave, just another face on the train,
im sick of having nothing, and everything to gain, life is a game,
its all about how you roll the dice,
what you know, how you act, and what your going to sacrifice,.
sometimes,...you just have to pick your self out of the mud,
..stand up stright, and do what you gotta do, to make it out!
, we all wanna make some money, and make it out,, haha , ill see you on the other side, yo
i got love for my life
,even after the dark nights,
even after the fights, way before anything was nice,
back before i took my own advce, but now i just live it,
i may never see the world, but im the projects within it,
but im the product of whats in it, bored and tired of life,
looking for something to follow but never getting it right,
we walk alone into the night, like flys into a sandstorm,
following false profits, we march in a sworm,
they try to lock us in dorms, and make us read their books,
training us to be their soiliders, and cooks, id rather be a crook,
id rather die by the blade, than live holding their guns,
standing on the frontline, facing the sun, the end has begun,
and all we can do is run and hide
nobody will survive when the planet colides,
my plan will decide, weather of not you face the truth,
my feelings inside say, whatever happened to youth,
before you grew to hate the things you do,
the things you did because you thought that you could make it through,
we all wanna make it out, without a shadow of a doubt,
i feel thirsty for the truth, but all i get is a drought,
i feel like we live in a world, thats stops us,
from being who we want to be,
pushed into bubbles and group, labeled and conformed
into one mass of productivity, and im sick of it,
i guess i dont understand,
am i a shell of a man,
because i cant come to terms with this heavenly plan,
that our future demands, selling blood for oil,
im already seeing people that are pushed to their boil,
its their blood on the soil, bodys in unmarked graves,
letters home to mothers, wrote by refugee slaves,
where is my name ingraved, in the history of sciocity,
i promise ill go out in a boom in the name of being free,
i wanna be me, i wanna see what there is to see,
you wanna know who i am, P L, 6650,
and ill be free on the other side, six feet deep G,
sitting on a cloud,smokin a spliff B,
and thats it, its the end of the story,
from now until then, im gunna keep it gory,
