I lost hope since I was a zygote, small as an oat, so I turned to dope, that was all she wrote, I'm always fuckin broke, so all I did was toke, the pookie smoke, and note, we're all in the same sinking boat, trying to heal and cope, don't lock up and choke, but crap, I just relapsed, trying to mask, all this pain I feel inside, and trust me I lie,

steal and cheat, try to get back on my feet, but it always ends up in defeat, so I go back out and seek,

the next rail up my nose, case closed, and I'm exposed,

to jails, institutions, and death, fuck what's next? To expect?

I keep going around in circles, all these impossible hurdles,

that make me fall on my face, a rat lost in a race,

or maze, counting down the days, I'm amazed,

and take my last breath, life is such a mess, until I rest,

hopefully in peace, deceased, mark of the beast,

and all my demons left inside, try to hide, but got nowhere to run, being ass out ain't fun, it's like a ton,

of bricks, that just fell, on my dick, and always feeling sick, tired of it,

it's hard staying sober, I'm fuckin out of order, life burning shorter, and on the border,

brink of insanity, I know they can't stand me,

it's cool, I can't stand them either, fuck it leave her,

cuz yea I'm fuckin trippin, cuz y'all be trippin, to Las Vegas,

LA and back, this nomad shit is wack, the devil attacks,

and I want to surrender, so I enter,

a new rock bottom, but hey, smoke em if you got em...