Lyrics: Lesego Tendai Ratala
Music: Lesego Tendai Ratala/David Tamas
[Verse: LEZthaG]
I realize mentally I'm poor as bad thoughts pour
My inner child's pure, adult's not sure
So immature & insecure
How much more can I endure before I get a cure
Of the Sunday night blues that occur
Thoughts & feelings I ignored
Deep down in my soul is where they were they stored
But the lid can't take it anymore
Not a gangster & no paradise but I feel like Coolio
I'm 23 now but will I live to see 24
The way things is going I don't know
I mean there's only one reason I'm not doing blow
Thank God I got sensitive nose
So you'll never find me coked & overdosed
But otherwise id be snorting that white until I die
Lord take me back to when I was five
& life was all butterflies
& take me at nine as you did my mother's life