Perfection is my direction, Even if that's all I had. It's not like I need no correction, I just know that life's not so bad. Picture this everyday kids that just can't find a way. Stuck in disarray can't find hope for better days. It's the degeneration

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of

Honey, I want you Yes I want you, so bad The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, but it’s Not that way, I wasn’t born

She's just a woman, never again Been there before but not like this Seen it before but not like this Never before have I ever seen it this bad Never again He's drunk again, it's time to fight She must have done something wrong tonight The living room

I love that I hate you That I love that I hate you, I can't stop thinking about the time that you're not here It's going on without you, haven't been so bad, it's the best time of the year 'Cause I see you and I see him, you know I can't help but grin

Reach, It's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else, For anyone but myself You gotta get up In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet I'm not a selfless man

And it's not your fault That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you You did everything I asked of you Drived across the country if I asked you too I fumbled your heart But I'm just bad for you I'm bad news, yeah I'm just bad for you I'm

I feel the reason, as it's leaving me No, not again It's quite deceiving, as I'm feeling The flesh make me bad I am watching the rise And fall of my salvation There's so much shit around me Such a lack of compassion I thought it would be fun and games

And I shiver all over, I shiver all over I shiver all over, 'cause I ain't got you, hmm I wear shades 'cause my eyes are red I got a headache that just won't go away It's a wonder that I'm not dead I get the blues in the mornin' So bad, I scare myself My

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's