I'm watching my tears fall grasping the pistol to my head
Reminiscing on good deeds now eroded wondering if I'm better off dead
Bleeding out my one last tear for a broken southern promise
Crying my one last drop of blood from my lonely carcass
How can a man be so evil to deserve the life I lead
How am I a criminal if for freedom my blood was shed
I sleep the sounds of death and screaming from my sergeants
The same screams that results me hiding behind narcotics
Flashbacks of fear that contradict the loving words that I've said
Unable to retrieve a job but I'm no stranger to bleeding for bread
Years of a rough life had visions of turning me heartless
I've cried many tears and spent many years searching inside of my own darkness
