I seem so stressed, Im always looking at the positives and the best It keeps me engaged while life is putting me to the test If you asked what matters they write it on a check Or you feel it in the sweat when you've fallen into ***
If dying is what it seems, then why does it always appear within my dreams Trying to understand what the devil may be in It works all the same everything feels like sin Henny and Gin, always on one's mind The truth is out there but it's so ******* hard to find The grind of life causes us to choose vice Whether its alchohol, tobacco, or maybe it's rolling dice Nice is what you want to be but that won't happen As long as you succumb to the evils that surround men When we find our vices we give up on life The evils of Lucifer causing us strife