This Cant Be Living.
Too much strain from all this pain
I wanna go where dont nobody know my name
Sick a livin in this material,
world Times done changed, the grind is getting critical
Everybody wanna ball, they want it Be the boss with nice cars
and floss just like stars
But, just give me everything ya claim ta be
You wanna really witness pain, you should hang with me
These blues, I bet'chu wouldn't want to sang with me
I'm in the fast lane, switching, dipping, living dangerously
Anxiously, trying to flip
and get a grip on my mind
No more slipping, no more slipping, my God No longer will I try to fight for my life, and even
if I die,
Everybody know that I done got by
Somehow I made it out this cold cold world
I'd rather be a corpse than warped in your world
Cause this cant really be living
No we aint really living
Cause this can't be living
This here aint living....
Copyright © Michael Brunson | Year Posted 2009
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