My life is like a broken record The same shit keeps repeating itself The worst part of my life, and of the record Find comfort in making my life hell
I'm running in circles, cycles I can't break I've come to accept failure as my only fate Sometimes I think I'm just as fake As everything, everything
bring, we're in this together Cause in a world of shit - THIS IS FOREVER! What we lack in talent, we make up in sincerity I swear to you I mean every word
This is the beginning of the end I'm stepping out of line and starting over again Days spent making things worse are no more I'm dropping out of this
Fuck the world, skating's better When I'm on my board I fell fine I forget about this fucked up world, it's left behind Fuck the world, skating's better
we'd learn, but it just gets worse I'm at a loss of words A voice of reason will never be heard I'm at a loss of words History repeats itself Armageddon
I'd rather spend eternity in hell Than live a life on my fucking knees Fuck you and your god's rules I live my life according to me You say that everything
The past is just that, the past I'm trying to make the good times last Light that match leave that bridge behind Because regret is such a waste of time
This generation is full of fucking cowards, Selling their souls by the hour. Advertisement blindfolds in front of their eyes, Taught to question nothing
The dead eyes of a rotting nation Get sedation and medication For every kid that can't sit still Fix him with prescription pills You've got a problem
If I had your life I'd put my throat to a knife Fill your days with emptiness, but I don't have the time I won't grow up, I won't fall in line You don
Punk has got me through the darkest days Through the times when I wanted to die This is so much more than a phase It's what I live for and who I am inside
and make sure that his not forgotten cause the love from the heart is a wonderful start and heal up the pain when you takin' these losses/ Sick of these losses
stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what is concealed under the mattress Ruegurs, losses
2) Black Thought: I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness Who knows what is concealed under the mattress Ruegurs, losses
I don't get caught My click be hot by the cops What's up, they love to empty out antioch Therefore regaugin my tacticts The avergae soldier couldn't grasp
rap career? So you don't want it, don't start none We're fuckin' Radical, been fuckin' awesome Talked a lotta shit so for words you're at a loss Raised
