The streets raised me from


The streets raised me from the dusk to dawn

never knew life could be less fun

suicide attempts everyday with my gun

people think i'm okay but i'm not and then some

always been thinking of my life ending stretched on a lawn

me killing myself or getting shot on the run

going to heaven or hell at the rise of the sun

if it happens for real don't let it hold you a ton

i may not be happy but my journey has won

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