Broken Wings Lyrics

God bless the dead

I close my eyes, all I see is White

Static everywhere feeling like Poltergiest

I try to separate My dreams from reality

Since birth, addiction was seeped into my anatomy

I battle deep within

I make love to alcohol, fall asleep with sin

Always pour, a few ounces more, than what I expected

Alcoholic, is it my fault I accept it

I can blame anxiety or blame my society

Either way they both fucking with my sobriety

Preachers say we living in our last days

We need a better story

How could a Man depict MY Future or what's better for me

My time will come when it come my niggas and when it does

I pray you look up in the sky and send YOUR Friend some Love

A fifth to the head, soothes a nigga's stress

Every day that passes by I miss my nigga Les

All it took was a shot to the chest

Seconds later on the floor with no oxygen left

Damn, I'm trying hard not to cry while I'm saying this

At night I spread my arms apart to fly away with this

This world is too cold to change

Every day I'll try

What better reason

Then to have an artist named July

When I'm gone I pray y'all all remember

The words you heard today were spoken by a BARKER Ave representer

BOOGIE DOWN YA'LL!

God bless The Dead