Ain't no magic bullet come from magic shell. No other way to put it. Far as i can tell. Ain't no way to solve a problem of the streets. With an itchy trigger finger... Servant of disease. I mean come on...
Hear it from the people. Read it in the press. Learn it at the steeple. Forget it in distress. Lookin for salvation...Just A little help. But it never seems to find me... I'm gonna take it for myself. I mean c'mon.... (there's got to be a better way)
That low feelin starts to get to me- Need to find escape. So smoke it fills the lungs... And drink corrupts the brain. And morals get confused... In a desperate mind. And there ain't no wrong or right... In a desperate time.
But i know there's a solution- Deep within myself. But i ain't never gonna reach it... Without somebody's help. I mean a come on...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
