Lyric Tears Of A Lonely Thug

When days are like night which way is right?
This darkness fills my eyes. We re all stumbling fools fighting for light,
some striving for life. Thought- provoking inflictions in my mind,unwind.
If I m done trying I must be dying,inside with time.Suffering to survive, I wasn t puffing to get high; just to keep a hold of mine ;maybe even hoping to find,the answers to these questioning times... 2b continued