I would try and laugh
to keep from crying
because i would know
i would soon be dieing

Holding a flower
losing the power
For a dream that i drempt for
another hour.

Running from death
only getting thier faster
trying to master a life
of a pastor

i would cahnge my fade
get some money
which would only be funny
i would be cunning myslef

i would end up writing
about a life
that i would not be fighting
to keep

before my fight
i would be with the ones i love
and that would be
the last of my night