How was I born into this crazy life? In spite of these fights with armed knights My karma aint alright or in sight These dreams that occur Drowned them away in a bottle of malt liqour One night im a thief, one night im satan constant procrastanation, under one nation be patient, the end is full of bullets and flame whos to blame? the media? look at your fucking encyclopedia Its the people who cause hate, is it fate or are we too late? Sometimes I wonder which path I should have chose, this paradox is so confusing, find myself refueling. One path is a cold path of shadyness, crazyness and hazyness The other is a path of righteous living and no sinning No killing or stealing, sound appealing? Days we're alive, thrive to get by. Days we strive to take that knife and slice Days we dwell on the past, informal blast, these spells i cast How am I still breathing? I should be in hell freezing. Its a cold day in the underworld, im stuck for good Poverty in this hood, no way out, cant get out