Why am i destined to live a life sin...
Waking up everyday,i have that feeling like my life is gonna end...
I never expected my world to be a pefect picture...
But my own people want me dead,so they can get a little richer...
The devil got me in places i thought i would never ever be...
Somehow i don't think a jail cell was something i was ever supposed to see...
But i deal with my choices,and accept my mistakes...
Never knew every dream i had would shatter and break...
My mind is so corrupted,by money and women...
Walking down a one way street,not knowing i'm sinning...
Things have gotten so bad,the lord won't even listen when i talk...
The first step i take outside,i see friends outlined in chaulk...
I don't know where i'll be tommorow,or even the next day...
I see fiends shooting needles in their veins on ply grouds where children play...
I don't yet know the meaning of life,but i can't stop searching...
No matter how bad things get,or how bad it's hurting...