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