Some days I'm rich, some days I'm poor
cracked up skulls, how they paint my nights
bullets of hate tear me up a zillion times..
buried emotions serve my God right
till he hears them, children's suffocating cries
these days I'm rich, like these days I own!
counting stinky money makes us contagious
we throw actions on stage
hunger to play the hero with them poor,
in pain too, broken smiles who chase!
sauce 'em brains a dozen love
while they cough on your velvet floors
drowsy kids lick LSD, filling
whiskey topped up whores!
some days I'm hit, some days I'm blown!
stop bitching up until I'm done
kicking hope down through the memory lane
let you pray even for the days to come
might be tired, still relentless!
would a history of damned time be left open?
or would you let 'em blame the Bible again?
ain't that some filthy fun
since the day I was born?
some days I'm God
some days I'm torn..!
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