Easily or hard, however called, I can see it being a passion Am I a crook for taking what I took Am I a fool for giving you what you steal I know a lady that won't cross her legs until all of us are good or dead No pal of yours but another nonetheless It goes from bad, to this In a breadth of train in the breadth of a breath My face and name became not the same In the lid of a barrel in the lid of an eye My face and body came in sight I should not deny nor should I fight my fate But there are some I've come to hate along the way No pal of mine but another nonetheless It goes from bad, to this To be met with yes to be met with no To be met with maybe to be met with so Hard to put your trust in someone that sleeps Two days in a row, twice a week Valleys and peaks are for valleys and peaks Not the whims of the greedy Already I've thought so much to say Enough to completely lose my faith In ever talking my way In to any place that's safe