Closed doors: open eyes
Cant walk a path without hearing lies
I ask myself why didnt i pull that trigger
Back as a child or young buck
A german .45 & 1 bullet couldve ended all my luck
-it wouldnt charge; a jam
I couldnt pull the trigger, it fell out my hand
: hit the floor...BANG!
A Shot goes off
That couldve been my head, i wouldve been stuck
In the gates of hell
A place for no man
But we all choose out paths and collect a hand
What cards are you dealt?
Dont be a dead man walking; mentally sinking in the sand
Find what you love and gather all those feelings you felt
Leave it outside
Let the shit ride
BANG!
He took a bullet to his back side...
