Times are changing

And times are changing, I feel lost in a sea of time

thats granted times is taking its turns

while im taking my wrongs

OD on blue pills to put me back to sleep

where i feel life has its worth

were we dont call eatchother wothless

than worms in the dirt trying to stir this

mess of a society, empty shell casing at the side of me

kids starving right beside of me, take a left light a blunt

of what i have left of my brain fried, by my own hands

scared to look down, and see old hands an old man

staring back at me, in my bathroom mirror

punch it and make the image clearer

life dont ever go as planned, let me take the stirring wheel for

a spin cuck it out the window, to the wall writting my lines

to a puppet a master a sucker, stuck in a spiral faster

into this disaster called ,my career dont know what to do

just know i love music, and i hope she loves me to

but its been cheated on two, many times before to many tears

its cryed made a hoe, pimped out at two in the morning

waiting to be picked, up looked at like meat thats fucked

guess were fucked