4+20



Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,

the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.

He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door

and he worked like the devil to be more.



A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul

Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know- why am I so alone?

Where is my woman can I bring her home? Have I driven her away? Is she gone?



Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed.

I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head.

I embrace the many colored beast. I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?

And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.