2 TEARS IN A BUCKET

Something took away the pain

and calmed the fear.

Something real and true and now

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t hurt no more,

because a cold lesson made me hard.

Or was it a hard lesson that made me cold?

I don’t know.

But sometimes I feel like another lost soul.

Another lost soul existing.

Existing in the midst.

In the midst of what is and what was.

In the midst of bullshit!

But that’s okay.

Because one day it’ll go away

and I won’t have to feel the pain.

See, I’m hard boiled.

Nothing can penetrate this shell.

No heaven, nor hell.

Who gives a damn?

Can’t nothing be worse than the way

I’m living now,

and I know for damned sure

it ain’t gon get no better.

Yeah I lost my job. So what?!!

Cry two tears in a bucket, Fuck it!

I got 2 nickels to keep me high.

So why ask why?

This shit don’t phase me.

Most of my friends are already 6 feet under.

I ain’t got time to wonder.

Beverly Hills 90210

ain’t got shit on Englewood 60621.

My fault, that show was called Cops.

Bad boys whatcha gonna do

when they come for you?

Can’t be too much longer to go.

There go some more blood covered foot prints in the snow.

How low can you go?

How low can you go before

you realize you don’t give a damn?

How low can you go before you know,

shit ain’t gon change.

I’m so low I’m a statistic.

Looking for a hit with a friend

and I’ll be fine.

Always in line somewhere.

Going nowhere.

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