life

      
     
     
   visions of suicide, occupy my mind; most folks look to the future-i'm thinking about tonight;      
     
     
   discouraged by what i see, going on in life; i want to believe in peace, but people like me die....      
     
     
  looking for some kind of high to get by; im feeling hopeless like tupac said in his rhymes      
     
     
 if you're not a busy body working a 9 to 5; then you're not counted amongst those whom are alive....      
     
     
 treated as such, when you're not wanting for much; everything material-got people just acting up....      
     
     
im like f@#k, what's the point of this stuff; selling  dreams built on mass lies, labor and blood....      
     
     
it's not good to just do enough, and live a simple life..because life's a b**** and then you die....      
     
     
that's why I get high cause I never know when I'm gonna go;      
     
     
checking off the years away-dreading each birthday....