Drunken thoughts on the back porch, make me think a lot about the times or back when everything made sense.
Past tense, I was just young kid trying to find an identity.
I ran through phases, ran through friends that help me see the ways then
High school came around, I was a dumb kid.
Arrogant, hell sent left to be the harbinger of my own bad news.
I couldn't blame it on the rest, the peer pressure, fear that makes me think whether I had lost my way.
But then again I don't know what that means.
I don't know what to do.
And I'm starting just to think like you.
All money. Green. C.R.E.A.M all around me.
But I don't feel the hype and man I guess that you could down me for just being real. I'll let you know about just how I feel.
So when you see my head down you never have to wonder what the deal is.
It's just me, oh my, myself and I would like to offer you another slice to bite from my own flesh because right now really nothing sounds better than death.