Half the time, I think to myself, where is my life going, whos gonna help? My situation is vital, i think im suicidal, i want this bitch with me, i might end up in a kennel...

Living on bread, being blues brother, having smoke all through ur head, thinking what its like to have, money, but u only have dirt instead, uh no worries, for the money, ill get it soon, it will work out for me, this time may be the last time, i ever wind up, at a house, soon ill be like any on esle, living on shit, having nothin, having shit, i hate it. i wanted a girl, she wont want me, i have no pearls, no money, all i have is a jar of honey, she is sweet enough, but she is to good for me, my clothes smells funy, i wear shorts, that was given to me, i have no actual clothes, they were stolen or sold, i dont spend money on drugs, i spend it on shit id never thought of, i was whipped, no im ropped, i want this girl for my own, she lives with me, no not sister, i want her for me, but its over rover...

Start the track up, u gottas fix ur life up, not all the time will it be brighter, just be close to the one u love, i never had a lover, most of was cos she was sorry for ya, hold up...im getting closer...