Better then you.

So as I sit here pondering staring bleakly at the world from my window, rain streaming down
the walls of my abode. I sit, I wonder and Im tired of life.

life is like a big obstacle, in front of your optic wanna slow you down, an every time you think you've gotten past it its gonna come back, around and tackle you to the damn ground, what are friends, friends are people that you think are friends, but they really your enemies with secret identities, and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers, they wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint lookin, what is money, money is what makes a man act funny, money is the root of all evil, money'll make them samefriends come back around, swearin that they was always always down,
but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins, im tried of commitin so many sins, tired of always givin in when this bottle of hennie wins,
tired of never havin' any ends tired of havin' skinny friends so full on crack and many things,
im tired of this Dj, playin your shit when he spins, im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without grabbin the steel, tired of drowin in my sorrow, tired of havin to borrow a dollar for gas to start my monte carlo.

Any ways as I sit here trying to sound as wise like a 13 year old girl I'll look out to the horizon and I'll here the whisper " Woodrow...Woodrow.....Woodroowww"