[Hook Cristhian:]
o-o-o Occupied drunk and get high
broken dreams but still fly kites
Different goals but worth the same life Good Days with a low life.
[Verse 1 Cristhian:]
Short boy with a big dream
Unseen, going upstream mom sat in her chair with a magazine. i've listen, i've written, the feelings from driven condition Post the most from almost nothing Mission of building the income of living with wisdom distinction Was i really on the news? Am i really making moves? How can i prove these thoughts to the old school?
I sit around with prints of blood And roll a blunt with d** for lungs The scars on wrists that metals touched
[Hook Cristhian:]
I seize the time to make things right Crave the love from those who cry bu*terflies that fly and lie Rainy days and rainy eyes No more kisses no more toast Forgot to die and than awoke, the fam is broke So much feelings and helpless hope
Occupied drunk and get high Broken dreams but still fly kites Different goals but worth the same life Good Days with a low life
[Verse 2 Cristhian:]
Started off as a kid with just a little dream That eventually turned to a big team Never saw myself live a basic life, went through so much pain I may have overused some nights to try and make myself go away The use of d**, makes me fly away Always live myself in the day of yesterday I see the stress in my mama's face she was tired of loosing this race with these f**ing bills, i see her tears My heart darking knots of steel, and got covered in a bit of chills i had a very good amount of sk**s, but a bit of money to support the three kids So i always wonder about flippin' some bricks to some crack heads with some chap lips These f**ing n***as don't know sh** about the struggles of constant living, so they just stick to sneak dissing They tryna fight me but they missing So i ask myself if the word "live" is a figure of speech of straight k**ing These people living hella pain And it's spring so they're lots of rain i walk to much till my feet ache