11 March 2013
It's greed, A need for speed, Smokin weed, Sowing seed,
Wasted, Like some something rancid you tasted. Lose your friends, kids, family fun time, Choosing a life of drink, drugs and crime. As I said in an above line, Wasted.
Waiting at heavens gate, In a state, Devils bate, Encrusted with a contaminate, Screaming no forgiveness, Blaming Shaming, Except you've done wrong, DO WHAT? No way, You hear what I say? I did what I've done, For that I'll pay, Come give it to me, Do your very best, Get it off your chest, I know the score, Quick to the draw, My life rotten to the core.
Bad Boy • Opuss № I