Addictive dust on the kitchen table
I am left out on the street
A small piece of residue
Has brought my life defeat

I live inside the bullet holes
The drive by on a home
Minds corrupted visions
Of what is told and what is shown

I'm homeless to the soul
Divided from the mind
A fragment of a smile
That I seemed to leave behind

To end a life forever
You can use an empty gun
For it is still a ugly weapon
When another doesn't have one

The ****** is a distraction
The lies inside the truth  
The same type of words
That give the answers to the youth

For the ghettos of a healthy mind
Could make the knife seem dull
Could sacrifice the world for you
But slowly **** us all