This is not the life I planned of living
When I was in my caring mother's womb
Like a flowing river,I keep changing direction
Yesterday I was straightedge
Today I am a drunkard
The wine and whiskey I saw on Television
Are now brewed in my backyard
And fermented inside my aging stomach
Born in the ninety's
I grew up not socialising with women
Like a confession l keep changing
Yesterday I was a monk
Today I am a womanizer
The females I used to admire
Now satisfy my desires