garden variety, low class society,
privately, a mess, amidst the chaos in his chest,
its the comfort of the stress, in the company of pain,
the warm embrace of darkness, and echo of his name,
time and time again, just a memory to friends,
life never made no sense, in every sense of the word,
his depression beneath the smile, everyday that he wore it,
abhorrant and horrid, to the whores that ignored him,
searchin for a soul mate, apparently there were none,
grin and bear it, nervous mess, a servant to the test,
as serpents slithered freely, imprisoned by his feelings,
dealing with death every weekend, even as  we're speakin,
its creepin in the background, photobomb reality,
sadly its happening, destiny unstoppable,
highly improbable, things will ever change,
in the company of pain, and the echo of his name....

alone late at night, as i waste away my life
so much bottled up inside, bout to let this eagle fly,
cant get out of the struggle, cant take another battle,
im just another shadow, of an empty pill bottle,


never know til it too late, burdened by a full plate,
full clips,  closed lips, 30 days past the due date,
proof of a fools life, fruitless in the moonlight,
hind sight is useless, when ya future has ended,
no more to your story, but anger and worry,
metaphors of decay and pointless allegory,
treading water for so long, forgot how to stand,
longing for a moment, where his feet touch the sand,
cant float with that dead weight, only wake for the days sake,
fall asleep when the day breaks, every scar just a keepsake,
i know part of me decent, but i hate i cant think straight,
murder on my mind, and the victim is myself,
everybody breathin, gonna feel a glimpse of hell,
box of federallys, bandolier full of fatties,
packin mags in total silence, just the sound of sadness,
a wayout this madness, dancing to the click clack,
of every clip stacked, he takes a step back...
just one more track... yo... just one more track... yo.. just one more track...