As the world gets hot my heart gets colder,
Through my days and nights that’s all I was
Giving was the cold shoulder.
It hasn’t been a pretty story for me,
I guess that’s the way life suppose to be.
Frustration, temptation, meditation,
Through it all who is there, who understands,
Every breath taking decision, to every little silly collision.
No offense to you but I come as one,
No more, nor less than whole,
Ride or die as a single digit.
Don’t take it personal but you understand
Nobody’s help is as satisfying s your own…