(way of the World) My Train of Thought At 21

visualizing moments from my past i had friends that were too fast and now they're pushing up grass some pulled triggers to prove they were'nt punks got sent to prison to spend their lives on jail bunks in this world of wicked people its seems like um walking a tightrope between good and evil shedding tears for my peers who passed away but we cant go back to yesterday and this world is hard as steel one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel so if i slip I'm outta here I can't cope and since I don't smoke dope I drank a lotta beer but I can't go to the store and drink a quart of brew without running into the can I have a quarter crew it seems they beg so much their hands look like cups enough is enough it's back to doing stickup killers busts caps so I bust back plus these crakheads are birthing little maniac rugrats I'm changing much like the seasons do everybody praise the power of the trigger so im squeezing too if i negotiate they think I'm soft I guess they can only understand the sound of pistols going off so if its me or him picture that cat as good as popped I'd rather lie behind some iron bars than in a wooden box so send him flowers and bring me ciggarettes not for a rep but Im going to choose life over death i guess thats the way of the world and sense I cant change it then how I feel is how I will bring it. i