the land of the living dead

all around me all i see is death

all around me, all i see is meth

i cant escape my situation

all around me all i see is sex

all around me all i see is rape

why cant i be like them?

the guys that live on the other side of the fence.

i know the meaning of the wrong side of tracks

i cant put it all behind even tho it is the past

homies arms, all i see is tats

now homies arms are covered in tracks

why cant i be like them?

nice clothes, clean clothes, good food and a loving home

why cant i be like them?

why do i always end up havin to break a motherfuckers bones

i got nothin to lose, leave a poor nigguh alone.

3 am walkin the streets, my baby girl on my side

someone talked **** and now that nigga is probably not alive.

severed arteries.


and all i see is her eyes.

and all i see is her eyes.

yellow. but her face is red.



In the end, i just want to be dead.





all ive known is death, all ive known is meth, all ive known is sex.




you cant live without love. i just need to rest.