Big Questions

Taking all these stories below the earth, yea the grave

Blacked out world only way to keep me sane, red solo cup, heavy handed poured the pain

Computer bag, full of rolling trays and haze, hopped on the train, got a dream to chase

Outta my mind, can see why they think I'm always crazed, saying he's too dazed must've caught too many fades

Kicking down shit, like riot shields and raids, tried to keep it cool, keep it tame

Running to the light knowing theirs gonna be some rain, eyes tunnel never switching lanes

Cursed be to the fortunes and the fame, Frank Sinatra how I'm doing this shit my way

Throwing roaches out the window on the bustling highway

Too fucked up sittin sideways, sidewind slithering the shadows dance

Sparking that shit that puts you in a trance

Days so tough had to leave it up to chance