A Life's Story

We're back to haunt you like no one before it's All truth no lies go out and explore make yourself The one don't surrender our soul compulsions lie deep and are Hard to control like serpents in a pit with you stuck Inside we're bitten by problems that always arrive emotions will Hurt and don't. fail to subside see we're all the Same when we start to confide "we try to live our lives Trouble-free but that seems impossible the price we pay for Our humanity we try to work ourselves out of the tangled webs we Weave to no avail we fail again and again' as if You didn't know that there is something wrong look around For yourself and then ask for how long can we live like This with a will to go on trying to make a life now days sure Isn't fun these themes are put forward to be by your Side when we grasp the concept we've Finally arrived this is just a take of what I see Of life I believe what I see with my truthful eyes. Nothing's for free yea there's no time for Learning to regain our strength or full use of our Brains it's all artificial real life's jerry springer yeah we lost Our minds and we ain't getting any better prayers Don't get answered all the time so wake up after all luck in the Residue of design my days are all long but my weeks Are real short I'm chemically imbalanced and it won't work for me In any court "I'm going postal today this anger Has made me insane I feel jealousy towards the dead. life Pressures just fucked up my head and I believe the meaning Of life has been lost" comfort in progress? I can't take that Nonsense of politics after all it's designed misery The smoke screen is thick and it's fumes make me sick when they Reach you it's not good their purpose is to keep all You in line for the rest of your meaningless lives take Initiative now by standing up and being productive one thing That stops us is ourselves no one else yea we've lost our minds And we ain't getting any better "I'm going postal Today this anger has made me insane I feel jealousy towards the Dead life pressures just fucked up my head and I Believe the meaning of life has been lost." I grew up with twisted knowledge very little School and of course no college in a broken home there Is no role model my father figure left me for the bottle I had to Teach myself to become a man never to give in to What I didn't understand the truth is out there out in the street My first teacher was a bum with no shoes on his Feet he told me about his life and where he went wrong he said Son you promise me you'll never sing a sad song two Weeks later my friend was dead the knowledge he gave me is still In my head street soldier life just wasn't for me Where the purpose is killing over territory I heard my calling it Came in loud and clear I was to speak my mind and Make it my career.