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Time is TickingMy life will not be my own in two week's timeI have pressed my thumb and my name has been signedI have taken an oath in tears tonightMy only choice now is to do or die
Sign awayTo do or die is now my only choiceI have signed my name and lost my voiceOne in a million now one of a millionIf I fall to the ground my head will flattenSharing everyone elses faceWearing the same clothes with great distasteStanding at attention with my back up straightRunning for miles, from my mouth cadance will resignateTraveling to far off places across the landWith a pistol on my hip and a rifle on my hipGone for years with no seeing those I loveI hope to God my father is smiling aboveWith this choice, I hope I have Krishna's graceI hope I obtain the patience of Buddha and learn to embraceI hope I have Karma on my weary sideBefore my mind begins to completely slideLosing sleep each and every nightThinking about the internal conflict and fightAm I doing what I feel is truly my pathOr will I suffer at the hands of my own government's wrath?
Drop Down, Give me TwentyDrop down, and give me twentySit-ups, push-ups, many manyRunning miles, shooting gunsExercise until I have sore bunsGas chamber bringing tears to my eyesWaking up before the sunriseThree minutes to shower, three more to eatLearning combat so not to get beatBook-work, book-work, study, studyMind and body will become sturdyGraduate with medals, badges, and moreThis feeling of pride makes my spirit soar
RelaxTake a puff and draw in the smokeHold my breath so I don't chokeWait as the minutes tick byLucid feelings begin to slideSit back and enjoy the feelingGone with the issues I have been dealingLaughing my heart out until I can't breatheI am happy now, nothing to seethCrash on the couch and fall asleepAwake in the morning, too tired to weepLast night's delights are goneI must save more for the next dawn
WorthlessDead in my eyes, the light has gone outThe sight of you brings fury aboutA waste of space, of precious timeA waste of breath, not worth a dimeGo live your pathetic life, have fun I hopeThinking of you is like smoking dopeA fun high at first, then slow the next dayI hope my words make you stay awayEnjoy the next whore you try to screwBut anything on two legs will surley doYou'll just use them now and throw them away laterLike everyone else, they will become a haterYou take, take, take, with no reprimendFor your achievments so far, I must commendYou've fooled a million, even myselfBut now I see the light and knocked you from your shelfYou're pathetic, worthless, a waste of spaceBut my words sadly don't affect you, but just in case,Something gets through to you sometimeI won't be here for you this time.