ApsychoticMind
Bluelighter
Sometimes I sit empty headed,
gazing at the sky.
Sometimes I don't have a shoulder to cry on,
so I haven't ever seen a dry eye.
Sometimes I just can't find the state a mind to analyze situations.
Sometimes I could give it all up,
and secumb to temptation.
Sometimes I feel like,
theres no escapin' the world.
Sometimes I caress this Nine,
like the shit was my girl.
Sometimes I smoke weed and it
don't do a damn thing to me.
Sometimes I only find comfort,
In my timberlands and a hoodie.
Sometimes I bang my head on the wall,
cuz I can't cope.
Sometimes I stare hunger in the face,
cuz i'm dead broke.
Sometimes I ask god,
"Yo, why am I here son."
Sometimes I think the only Road To Happiness;
Is To Stare Down The Barrel Of A Gun.
6.22.00
Peace
Wes.J
gazing at the sky.
Sometimes I don't have a shoulder to cry on,
so I haven't ever seen a dry eye.
Sometimes I just can't find the state a mind to analyze situations.
Sometimes I could give it all up,
and secumb to temptation.
Sometimes I feel like,
theres no escapin' the world.
Sometimes I caress this Nine,
like the shit was my girl.
Sometimes I smoke weed and it
don't do a damn thing to me.
Sometimes I only find comfort,
In my timberlands and a hoodie.
Sometimes I bang my head on the wall,
cuz I can't cope.
Sometimes I stare hunger in the face,
cuz i'm dead broke.
Sometimes I ask god,
"Yo, why am I here son."
Sometimes I think the only Road To Happiness;
Is To Stare Down The Barrel Of A Gun.
6.22.00
Peace
Wes.J