The Toll (On Me)
As a child, I wished for great things
For my family and I; to see a change
For once in my life but it’s still the same
I cried and tried to endure the pain
Contemplated suicide in the falling rain
Decided not to die; no pain, no gain
“It’s not your time”, is what the angels say
My body is broken and has become diseased
From all the smoking, fights and partying
My life is unfolding, taking its toll on me
Now I’m left choking on this toxic air I breathe
-Boz-
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