Thats life,
thats what i say,
shot up in april,
strung out in may,
but i know it wont,
be too soon,
when im back on,
night train in june,
i said thats life,
as funny as it may seem,
all of my friends
get their kicks stompin
on my dreams but
i dont let it let
it get me down cuz
this fucked up world
keeps me spinning
around ive been a pupet,
pauper,
pirate a poet,
a pawn & a king,
ive been up and down over
and out and i know one thing,
each time i find my self
flat on my face,
i pick myself up and get
back in the race thats
life i tell ya i cant
deny it t thought
of quittin lady my heart
aint gonna buy it and if
i didnt think it was worth
one single try i'd
shoot me up a bag and
then id fly thats life
and i have defied it
many times i have
out but i havent died yet
and if there is nothing
shakin by this july
im gonna shoot myself
up with a speed ball & die