it seems life is in the dice of the hands of Satan
I believe my soul is ice from woman and man lost their fate
I dream they never left but in my breath its blatant
I scream when I wake when am facin at the gates
o hell or heaven where were racin to at a fast pace
I cant seem to take it steady get ready hate
and some aint gonna wait or be hesitatin at all
am gonna be a devastated delicate fool
just the same as ever – many days are straight cruel
I will never be severed of the tears while my heart beats
Aimin to get clever never made it outta school
the years have an art of learnin to make you weak
so bleak and gloomy the doom will make you speak
consumed by defeat and the heat of hell
dispellin many myths that were gonna be well
well I guess this is it of all this ish me I can tell
