The Streets

Cos this world swallows souls
and when the blues unfold
It gets cold, silence burns holes.
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were?
But when things was good you just didn't care.
This is called irony.
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen
The dark shit's unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's f*@king and then you start hating.
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did though but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die alone.
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack.
Just trying to stay positive.
Just trying to stay positive.
Just trying to stay positive.
Just trying to stay positive.
Feels nice and still.
Good thing about brown is it always will
It's easy, no-one blames you
It's that world out there that's f*@ked you
You know less of a person and if God exists
He still loves you.
Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from that brink.
Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more fitting
But who's picking?
Searching for yourself you find demons.
Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman.
Cos your the same as I am
We all need our fellow man
We all need our Samaritan.
Maybe I'm better looking than you though
Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.
Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer than my world
And your happiness will uncurl.
Just trying to stay positive.
Just trying to stay positive.
Just trying to stay positive.
Just trying to stay positive.