You know we all mistakes And we’re all prone to failure See, the difference is, I create my sins now And pay for them later With the same hope that I have That things will get better I trust two bullets And a Nina Beretta My eyes have been scarred Worse than my fate I try to change day by day But the more I try, the more my mind seems to contemplate I mean, I wish everything was just as easy said As it was done But once you’re gone… Same ole routine and it’s not us two, it’s just one To clear my mind, I’m like you I write until the pain dies down Take two pills with water right before bed Only to have demons consume me once my head is down Just like I almost saw my nephew die It’s just like I didn’t see my Uncle give Just the same way my Great Grandfather is sleeping Exactly the way we won’t see my cousin Whitney live… It’s like no matter what we do No matter how much writing, how much drugs we intake We get an hour worth of real sleep Before the alarm “hell” makes us wake Gingerly tap me like I’m actually worthy Light these two blunts like we’re down to the last two dimes See the crack heads on the corner Who sold their body just to take one high in their prime Like it’s okay… it’s okay… Just close your eyes and envision Wake up to a new demon But your only concern is that you’re still living Aint it crazy? We all make mistakes I just don’t want to be the product of what failure creates… --Mass Havoc©