Twenty Bucks
Are you confused
Still chasing that first high
That you've been looking for since the first time
Before you wouldn't commit crime
Now you do it just to get bye
Awake with low eyes
Wishing you could just die
But not right now cause you've got to get high
Reconize you lost
Paid the cost for many
Living off pennies
GODS angel commited to sinning
Scorned from the begining
A merry-go-round that'll never stop spining
The snake never stoped deciving
A son deals to the mother
Who shares with the father
Who beats the brother
Who stabs the father
He's imprisoned for the rest of his life
Going to spend the rest of his days some man's wife
Wishing he never picked up that knife
The highs aren't changing
Still intoxicating
The first was amazing
Stop destroying and build up
You can lose your salvation over twenty bucks
Copyright © Bryant Smith | Year Posted 2006
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