Our Life

It seems Archaic when I say it
But the good die young

It's hard to open up
When ya heart jus sorta bumps
I Deposit my soul
Withdrawal it all you want

Ah
Sickness inside us all
Prisoned behind a wall
Monologue my mind
And follow it like some kinda law
An eye for an eye if I'm high for a night
Shit, I'd die for the fight
But I'm alive and alright
Right?

Well, i raise a question
Is taking a selfie a way to face depression
Bake with the healthy to delay ingestion
Laying stressing
God called voicemail, too scared to play the message
So I'm painting fences
With Daniels blessing

But a different black belt on my waist
Wear a mask to protect the smelt from my face
I got the jiggawats but still The pictures odd
Now I'm lifting off
Where starry nights seem empty in space
Guardian angel sugar high off the devilish cake
So if I go to hell I'll just embellish the flames
Man



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Moran
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