My body's not moving, my minds a blur,
beat like eggs, fried and stirred,
past out on wet ground not saying a word,
immobilized, yet im flying high as a bird.
As i stood up, everything began to spin,
so i hustled and stumbled to the nearest trash bin.
the contents of stomach flowing out of my mouth,
why, do i, constantly do this to myself?
Oh wait i know why, to have a good time,
and not worry about troubles and problems in life.
I hate people think caroline is fine,
just back the fuck up caroline is mine!
But your bitch ass was persistent, with your cries and pleas,
stop trying you dirty fuck caroline's with me!
you hooked up a few times when my spirits were weak,
didnt know what was up til people started to speak.
my heart was torn apart, i never felt this emotion before,
i was in a fragile state and i guess he gave more,
and he was kind, you were blind, and he mad you a whore.
im so sick and tire of these trials and tribs,
i thought life would be better, when i was a kid.
i had these dreams of building aircrafts and striking it rich,
but i don't dream anymore because life is a bitch!
downward spiral, troubles with God,
man im failing at life, everythings cold not hot.
People say to me, "keep your head up high and reverse that frown."
well my mind stays high but my head stays down!
i simply cant dream anymore, cause they don't go smooth,
so i block that shit out with a cigarette and some booze.
im tired of minimum wage man i feel like a tool,
maybe raise my pay to 10 and i wont feel so used.
in school i do nothing, so ive got nothing to show,
except a little red book which i treated like gold.
it held every rhyme that poured outta my mind,
when i was bored in class after a quality dime,
to get out some of the anger, that made me feel worse,
and i used this lined paper to act as a hearse,
to carry these feelings, of to their grave,
hoping these lyrics, will make me some pay.
so i can feel accomplished and spread some rays of hope,
and i wont have to worry, and i wont have to cope.
if you read a verse you can detect my rage,
but my flows are so good you read page after page.