livin for the present and the future don't exists.

you play with a different pair of dice, i live in a different paradise

let me tell a story about a world where nowbody’s somebody without a fuckin mirror, they call me a sinner for showin the truth, dim the lights down create a sensitive mood, the sunlight reflects in the shovel with which im diggin for roots, diggin the truth while writin songs, while smokin cones shaped as an L, wow, as long as from your hand to your elbow, without the jack ill still get your brain mellow, pull you away from where the rain fell on, i see the mirror, look at an umbrella, but still i feel like im in hell forever, an aminal is trapped behind the bars and clever as it is it begins to survive just from the air, and they are just livin and never create some feelings for the greatest we are given by our mother nature, it aint fair. but how they say never say never when i evaluate and see no change in a hundred years, i survived.