Is My Destiny Prison Or Death, Or Both - Title By Steve Miller

I’ve gotten so far ahead in this world By taking the easy way out and slinging drugs. I don’t take care of my little boy and girl Because, deep down inside, I’m just an average thug. I drive around in a car that’s better than most, And flash my gang signs to anyone that will look. I have no morals and, in this life, I just want to coast. It’s so much easier than real work to be a crook. I see the humor in living high on the hog, While the ones that I sell to can barely survive. I may be no different than a rabid dog, Killing those that get in my way so that I can thrive. I see people working so hard to try to get ahead, But they just get weighed down by the stress of it all. Any given day, I could become one of the dead, So, I’d rather live on top than be the one that falls. Is it my destiny to live this kind of life? I’ll either end up in prison or dead…or maybe both. Do I really want a family and a loving wife? Is it possible to change and take another oath? Will karma come for me when I least expect it? Is there any justice in this world at all? I guess, in the end, I don’t really give a sh%@. When death comes for me, I’ll gladly answer the call.