>
>What the fuck is a loss or draw?

I can't tell you what a loss is, but I draw from pain
The straws sip from the wishing well, and sniff from caine
The pit of my brain is a warzone, the industry is war torn
We survivors of the big bang, bang!! bang!! a star is born
Chain gangs in prisons cells, Dead or in a livin hell
awestruck at birth, then all I sip is hurt....in the wishin well
this a shell, this a crack valve, thats a dime bag
thats a needle, thats a beer bottle, thats a body bag
thats a dream deferred, langston, shooter was a gangta
wishin well keep us up like diet pills and Sanka
riotin till I feel the chill of my heart spillin
out blood I'm floatin in it staring at the ceiling....
hey philly, can it be that it was all just complicated
the straight and narrow road was just a mirage...orchestrated
they never told us good people was molesting they kids
that "bad people" cried out to God more than the Pope did

hope got me wishin at the wishin well
wishin well
dimes and nickels in the wishin well
this is hell

hope got me wishin at the wishin well
wishin well
broken dreams in the wishin well
this is hell


people tell me to keep staring at the ceiling, the sky
the feeling I'm feeling is high, I feel like I'm about to die
bye bye, bang bang, wishing well, we running dry
wish, running for your life, and wishin you knew why
why my time is reconstructed, like the night abducted
the day, my teens and twenties, its like we never discussed it
and now I'm staring into the atmosphere, its no atlas here
I forgot the meaning of pain, so I laugh when I mean tears
them years aiming for the platinum package on the sabbath
this is hell, so am I thankin my savior out of habit?
people be exploited for habits, they gotta have it
fuck life, get high, see the cycle is tragic
buts its nothin if you pushin a CL automatic
chrome spinnin, heavy tinted, with the handstitched fabric
high beams flashin and I don't really need more static
I feel higher than them fiends, but I'm a high life addict......damn


hope got me wishin at the wishin well
wishin well
dimes and nickels in the wishin well
this is hell

hope got me wishin at the wishin well
wishin well
broken dreams in the wishin well
this is hell

>this a shell, this a crack valve, thats a dime bag
>thats a needle, thats a beer bottle, thats a body bag
>thats a dream deferred, langston, shooter was a gangta
>wishin well keep us up like diet pills and Sanka
>riotin till I feel the chill of my heart spillin
>out blood I'm floatin in it staring at the ceiling....
>hey philly, can it be that it was all just complicated
>the straight and narrow road was just a mirage...orchestrated
>they never told us good people was molesting they kids
>that "bad people" cried out to God more than the Pope did


Ohhhh the irony ...


*Felt It*

>
>people tell me to keep staring at the ceiling, the sky
>the feeling I'm feeling is high, I feel like I'm about to die
>bye bye, bang bang, wishing well, we running dry
>wish, running for your life, and wishin you knew why
>why my time is reconstructed, like the night abducted
>the day, my teens and twenties, its like we never discussed
>it
>and now I'm staring into the atmosphere, its no atlas here
>I forgot the meaning of pain, so I laugh when I mean tears
>them years aiming for the platinum package on the sabbath
>this is hell, so am I thankin my savior out of habit?
>people be exploited for habits, they gotta have it
>fuck life, get high, see the cycle is tragic
>buts its nothin if you pushin a CL automatic
>chrome spinnin, heavy tinted, with the handstitched fabric
>high beams flashin and I don't really need more static
>I feel higher than them fiends, but I'm a high life
>addict......damn


What else can you say? It's Whateva....

lol. Powerful words were dropped here.

Thanks for the inspiration