Soft spoken, chosen to unfold a mind gone and broken.
Roping in solutions hoping that time holds the potion.
As the minutes pass, I finish my glass of Bordeaux.
Chasing the tail of emptiness so fast I implode.
A passionate soul on more of a bender than futurama.
Sniff whatever it is, tell the dealer to choose the product.
I'm going in blind with my nostrils flared waiting on bliss.
Shit, forever I'll sip on bourbon until my liver worsens.
And in time, the hospitals are scared of patients with this
type of demeanor, so I'll be the bigger person.
And I'll stay home and count my pesos 'til the tides change.
Ride out this high life of mine with stained clothes and a migraine.
I mean come on, day to day dollar for dollar earned and spent.
Forever in debt, might as well just fucking burn my check.
Eventually this suit of mine will lose its shine and unwind.
So I'll forever wrap up my tie in a noose and ask God why I'm alive.
Before I do it, like most people I'll ask 'What does it mean to die?'
Will I arrive in a green field with wings flying over the line?
Drunk and obscure, crashing through the pearly gates.
The seeing eye in the sky watched my downfall from an early stage.
Been told the opposite of what's good my whole life.
So what's bad? What's bad is I cant hoof through the slights.
My spirit stays in flight yet it seems I'm nearing the slope.
Downwards, towards a bottom full of rocks yet it's there that I'm hearing is DOPE!
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