I'm tired of living life the same way, every day
meeting the same old' people and smoking the same old' way
what else can I do when my wallet is empty like my stomach has been for the last few days
All the dates in my calendar are of due days
It's gotten so bad, that I'm thinking of painting houses like they used to do it in the old days
The handouts are helping me to stay afloat but my self-respect is sinking little by little, every day
my shot at redemption is just a few months away
I hope I am alive to see that day.