ON THE EDGE
I USE TO LIVE MY LIFE OUT ON THE EDGE
DOING THINGS, GOING PLACES WITH HARDLY
ANY TIME TO BREATH.
DOING THINGS MY WAY, LIVING WITH THE OUT COME
I KNEW SOMEDAY BEING ON THE EDGE
RUNNING FROM THE COPS
SLAMMING MY DOPE
I WOULD BE DROVE OVER IT, WITH MY FINGERS
GRABBING FOR THE EDGE.
REALIZING IF I WAS JUST A BIT CLOSER
IF I STRUGGLE HARD ENOUGH
I COULD STILL FIND HOPE.
WITH TIME RACING ON WITHOUT ME
I WILL FIND THE ROPE
WITH THE LOVE OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS
I'LL LEARN TO COPE AND FINALLY
REALIZE...
I DON'T HAVE TO DO DOPE...
LIVING ON THE EDGE
DOING THINGS, GOING PLACES WITH HARDLY
ANY TIME TO BREATH.
DOING THINGS MY WAY, LIVING WITH THE OUT COME
I KNEW SOMEDAY BEING ON THE EDGE
RUNNING FROM THE COPS
SLAMMING MY DOPE
I WOULD BE DROVE OVER IT, WITH MY FINGERS
GRABBING FOR THE EDGE.
REALIZING IF I WAS JUST A BIT CLOSER
IF I STRUGGLE HARD ENOUGH
I COULD STILL FIND HOPE.
WITH TIME RACING ON WITHOUT ME
I WILL FIND THE ROPE
WITH THE LOVE OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS
I'LL LEARN TO COPE AND FINALLY
REALIZE...
I DON'T HAVE TO DO DOPE...
LIVING ON THE EDGE
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