From Ur Deceased

Searching for an Idol with a fistful of hurt Seems things took a twist for the worst Outcast, all alone Destructional path, relaxed in awe The only image shown I could imagine the life of an orphan An adolescent homeless Crooked cops, drug dealers, subject to individuals Living above the law in a chrome fest Grant me peace Smile for your deceased Whether I live to starve Or fall before the realigning of my stars Being stolen parentally pampered my days Jealousy seems to have tampered with my ways Buried like a Roman Below the marshes with the lower men A hopeless intuition Those who envy me Only fear their own suspicions Granting me a failing mission In ladder days Is my presence worth missing Grant me peace Smile for your deceased