Life Sucks Die

Die for the plight, die just to fight
I’m dying to grab the mic, dying to see
The light, die for love or hate, die to
Escape, die for the high, just die
You’re gonna die
Junkies get high and junkies die and most
Of y’all probably won’t know me
Until I OD, believe what they told
Me, hate what they sold me
Kept the complaints in
My head to dull the edge
Fled from the inbred, and left them all for
Dead, peddled my Haro up Mount Kilimanjaro
Swallowed
The sorrow can’t breathe until tomorrow
Borrowed the best of and burned
All the check stubs
Joe Cocker nailed it when he said
You can leave your hat on
Now everything goes
Out to those that passed on, that’s wrong
That’s right that’s whack, that’s tight
Personnel took the Duracell‘s out of
My flashlight, site the way with
The ideas of others
Can’t follow the voices until I hear my
Brothers, Catch me in the
Alleyway behind the hardware
Store huffing, most of us die for nothing
You’re gonna die
Die for that bitch and die for what
You did, could die from the cops, die for
The props, die for the earth, die behind
Your words, an eye for an eye, just die
No the equivalency of my ignorance be
That canyon labeled as grand, so
I’m not taking a stand or making
Demands or shaking your hand
Nor escaping the man with the masonic plans
It’s super unleaded in bedded
Within my head trips
Kept it in check with the skeptics and
The dead wit's, when it festers, infects, it
Fills up with fluid, applied the pressure
Bursts satisfied
The thirst, drink to the pain
You’re all hurting
For the answer, it’s simple and plain
You’re
All gonna die from cancer we all try to
Make the process faster, I need relief
Because we all want to lie
Down in the pasture
(Peace) , the asthma regulates
Your breath control
So thanks for buying the tapes and eat your
Vegetables, and let it go if you ain’t trying
To change it, keep the hate sacred
And die kid die
Die with vigor cry me a river die for the
People die in the sequel die in your
Youth and die for the truth you’re gonna die
For those lies just die you’re gonna die 20
20 sight so I’ve got no excuse my soul
Has broken loose from overuse who will hold
The news while I make certain it fit's me
Judgment first impressions somewhat
Shifting but 50 paces passed this place is
The waystation filled with
Familiar faces the taste of the predecessor
Was much stronger and the lines that you’re
Sucking off the mirror is getting longer
Each one a try to teach one when it begun
Struggling for freedom trying to
Build a kingdom
Now you’re sipping on Seagrams trying to
Fix a threesome between you
Your girl in that bitch with the Nissan
Wheels keep spinning Excelerator
Styx sugar up
Your coffee and cellophane your dick
Lace the
Spliff, but measure the dosage right
Cuz’ life’s a bitch and Imma hold it tight
Cuz’ life’s a bitchand imma hold it tight
Dying with vigor, Cry me a river