They say everyone is born for a reason
Alot of mouths hungry and ready for treason

Some are hiding in the dark, waiting
Others are busy in shows and debating

We are like birds in the flock
Getting into the flow on the clock

Everyone talks of semantics
Blah,some are bein romantics

You get a cute girl and then get bored
Cuz mind makes you stay, cuteness fold

People die finding about what their life is
No one stops and enjoys no matter what is

One man's trash is another man's pick up
Everyone wants a huge stash in back up

We are struck in fuss and with depression
Committing suicide is our final impression

We forsake our beliefs and find peace with women
The next day we cry of what we did and get hidden

Coldness of heart and flames of sin
Alot of lust along with greed in the bin

I smoke a big blunt and get away from life
There's less in this world, just people with knife