Im here without a soul just Like a ghost
Floating aimlessly looking for a host
Everyday Trying to salvage burnt toast
Licking up spilled milk tell me what more can be worst
Head hanging low im looking down
Sneak a peek, my face a constant frown
Struggling, try my best to drown
Im looking for these better days
No more ends frayed,
No more reasons to leave life this way
This I pray, but this I found to my dismay
Hell lot of expectations,
Forever without realizations
in time of desperations
Fictitious dreams sprout from drinking that Guinness stout
I wanna escape I’m thinking of the easy way out
Stop life in its tracks and what it’s all about
Enter hell just to make God proud
I’m sick and tired of living a lie
Deceiving myself just to get by
I’ve seen enough its time for me to die
Will to cry but the tears won’t come to my eyes


‘Im sick of people talking im sick of people lying
Matter of fact, I’m sick of talking’- Christopher ‘BIG’ Wallace