At times we had to understand
each other's pain because I think we
had fun till early in the morning, he came
to me with a cheap smile rotten and useless but knew each other better more
when it came to drugs and alcohol.
The gang made them strong they're angry
at life driven by tears of Jesus thinking
they could heal the world with just a
song as I played the trumpet in hell.
they thought my mentality was a
Physics lab calculating chemicals daily
reminiscing about the gutter ghetto Ghost
Tupac nor Amaru in the gates of heaven...
But Lord to the youths count's 21 center you truly haven't been far, The Americans playing with organs of alien's making it
a conspiracy theory whilst we played with
mommies phosphate fosels...