#1
A song I wrote about drugs dealers
Tell me what you think.

I was walking trough the park
Shooting bullets trough some hearts
Makin' money from the stupid
Acting like some one I'm not

Would you believe me
When I say, when I say
We'll be dead and gone tomorrow
We'll be dead and gone tomorrow
Would you release me
If I try, if I try
I'm already bruised up anyway
I'm already bruised up anyway

I was running trough the streets
Where thug and dealer meet
They make money from the needy
Acting like some one they have to be

Would you believe me
When I say, when I say
We'll be dead and gone tomorrow
We'll be dead and gone tomorrow
Would you release me
If I try, if I try
I'm already bruised up anyway
I'm already bruised up anyway

Don't give me that look
I was a fool, I was a fool
acting like some one I'm not
acting like some one I'm not