Disposed and cast aside Im out on the street
No shirt on my back, No shoes on my feet
Im not the victim Im the one thats to blame
Never repented or tried to change
This is the life Ive chosen, its who I am
A muttering imbecile with a spliff and a can
As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed
Spilling my cider as my body convulses
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
Im gonna get dead or Im gonna die trying
No will to stop or intention of abstaining
A drink of this quality for mes life sustaining
Pure golden nectar trickling over my tongue
Filthy grey smoke coats my tumour filled lungs
Drenched in my own sick, blood, shit and piss
Shivering in terror I await the next hit
As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed
Spilling my cider as my body convulses
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
Im gonna get dead or Im gonna die trying
For emetic substances I crave and I hunger
But Im beaten to a pulp, left to rot in the gutter
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
Im gonna get dead or Im gonna die trying
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
