DIARY


Taste stale, see the world in shades of gray-scale, Right there in black and white, protected by chain-mail
Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age, Move to the next stage, Lock the rage inside the cage,  Like sk it's new day
Shoot for tha moon, If you miss you still amongst those stars
I get a clean shave, bathe, go to a rave, die from an overdose and dig myself up out of my grave
Like live Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza, You can't be were I be dog, you need a visa
Rags to riches and doing the dishes
You keep on piling out not puttin' back ...