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

I had more money than I knew what to do with, So I spent my nights completely doped up on drugs. The theory that rich people are lazy is a myth. I worked for my money, unlike the average thug. I used to be a nice guy, with a daughter and wife, But due to my horrible habit, I lost them one day. I was supposed to protect them for the rest of my life, But I forgot my priorities somewhere along the way. I had a big house and a nice car, better than most. It’s hard to believe, but somehow I lost it all. Because I was rich, I thought, through life, I could just coast. I never expected to be the one who would fall. I was living high on the hog until I gave in. I met some young punk who didn’t care about his kids. It never occurred to me that doing drugs was a sin. He convinced me to give up my morals, as he did. I became greedy and lost all of my wealth. I told the young punk to leave me alone, I couldn’t pay. I was so weak and I was in such poor health That I just sat there while he killed my family one day. Is it my destiny to live this kind of life? I’ll either end up in poverty or dead…or maybe both. Do I really miss my daughter and my loving wife, Or is it possible I never meant my wedding-day 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.w