Rockets on his feet

He's got rockets on his feet, slanging drugs running guns sleeping on the streets. Living the life where one barely eats. The money and honeys Come and they go leaving his heart colder than snow.

His rockets are burning going so fast, trying to drown out his unforgettable past. The wounds so deep Make it impossible to speak.

 Going to prison not changing a thing. Only filling out completing a ring. Losing and losing only infecting the unseen. We call it cancer. He calls it lost dreams.

Completing this treatment, take it in stride....
For your rockets are out. You've got this buddy , I have no doubts!