Picture me with a pipe in hand just poor and paranoid
Abstaining from the law while hungry hurts so does unemployed
Dirty dancing with the devil left lives lost and people destroyed
We trip on life, to find a fit, to fill a feeling of void
Fate paints a portrait of life's irony as torn and tragic
Scholar to soldier while a criminal sinks into an addict
Told my mama it'll be OK but in my heart I really doubt it
Lost integrity to save her tears I guess I'll just sleep without it
