We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!