It isn't easy, getting out my bed,
It isn't easy, getting out my head.
The shit you do, the shit you say,
It isn't easy, forgetting what you said.
The life I lead, might not b the life you'd tread,
The path I follow, can be one I often dread.
The shit I say, the shit I move, the shit I loot,
Ain't always the best steps, for me to head.
It isn't easy, remembering all the times I bled,
It isn't easy, chatting my shit, to the well read.
The things peeps yap, the life long tab,
I'd rather not be in debt, when I'm finally dead.
That windy road I see, seems to go on far far ahead.
That windy road I walk, cud easily carve me up, brown bread,
The ppl alongside, the odd good joyride.
That windy road, might lead me somewhere else, totally instead....
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