I was born inside this small town
I lost that state of mind
Learned to sing inside the Lord's House
But stopped at the age of 9
I forget when I get awards nowThe way that I had to write
The painting stands are played upon
They kept me on the ground
So blame it on the pain
That blessed me with the lifeFriends and family filled with empty
When they should be filled with pride
And when the world's against me
Is when I really come alive
And everyday that Satan tempts me
I try to take it in my strideYou know that I've got whisky with white lies
And smoke in my lungs
I think life's got to the point
I know without it is no fun
I need to get in the right mindAnd clear myself up
Instead I look in the mirror
Questioning what I've become
I guess it's a stereotypical day
For someone like meWithout a 9-5 job or an Union Degree
To be caught up in the trappings of the industry
That showed my the locked doors
I find another use for the key
Well, you'll see.
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