Write short stories all day
All day
I play my guitar
Until my dying day
Yes, I play
I play army in the backyard
No one is harmed today
Been in prison since the day I was born
A slave to the flesh today
I escaped without the drugs
Escaped into my own mind
I escaped without the drugs
I have nightmares most every night
The same old dream today
No one comes to deliver me
But I pray
Yes I pray
Wish I could remember more
But my memory it fades
I see my brother go past
On a motor bike today
Here I sit, in this life
Nothing has changed
In this life no one that
I love gets killed
Everyone has hot wheels
I grew up over night
God watches over me
I put away
My childish ways
Now I'm free
Yes I'm free
I collect baseball cards Write short stories all day All day I play my guitar Until my dying day Yes, I play I play army in the backyard No one is harmed today Been in prison since the day I was born A slave to the flesh today I escaped without the drugs Escaped into my own mind I escaped without the drugs I have nightmares most every night The same old dream today No one comes to deliver me But I pray Yes I pray Wish I could remember more But my memory it fades I see my brother go past On a motor bike today Here I sit, in this life Nothing has changed In this life no one that I love gets killed Everyone has hot wheels I grew up over night God watches over me I put away My childish ways Now I'm free Yes I'm free Explain Request ×
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