I Wake Up In The Morning And

Why Am I Dying To Live If I'm Just Living To Die.

I Have No Fear, I Have Only Ambition, And I Want Mine, And I Will Do Anything To Protect And Feed My Family.

Will I, Succeed, Paranoid From The Weed And Hocus Pocus, Try To Focus But I Can't See.

I Smoke Blunt To Take The Pain Out And If I Wasn't High I'd Probably Blow My Brains Out.

For Every Single Dark Night There Is A Brighter Day.