[Verse 1: Tripple Mike]
Dear friend I have a problem and I hope that you can solve it
It's been a long time since we've talked or I've called you
It always really feels like that I'm mad at myself
Cause these questions that I have are for my own personal health
Mom says the praying God will always hear my call
But if you don't walk this righteous path you're bound to fall
Don't want to really die with the slug in my chest
Just this unknown soldier and his body put to rest
I try to bargain away the burns I have to pay
But I'm still really hungover from my issues yesterday
What is the purpose of life and the reason for existence?
When it all comes down to it we'll all die in an instance
Just do the right thing and try to make it though the day
But I'm the one who's hurting who's body's spilling tears
(?) and a stomach full of beer
(Yeah I hear that man, I'mma tell you this)
[Chorus: Grieves]
Yo it's funny how the time flies (?) showing distance between it
Ink spots scattered on the canvas a meaning
Life isn't supposed to be a pretty picture from the get go
Takes time to develop your style
Take the brush and paint the picture with the light lying in the distance of your passions
Love life and everything it fashions
And after a while you'll notice that you paint it exactly just how you see it
Or saw it
Life is what you make it be the artist
Dear friend I have a problem and I hope that you can solve it
It's been a long time since we've talked or I've called you
It always really feels like that I'm mad at myself
Cause these questions that I have are for my own personal health
Mom says the praying God will always hear my call
But if you don't walk this righteous path you're bound to fall
Don't want to really die with the slug in my chest
Just this unknown soldier and his body put to rest
I try to bargain away the burns I have to pay
But I'm still really hungover from my issues yesterday
What is the purpose of life and the reason for existence?
When it all comes down to it we'll all die in an instance
Just do the right thing and try to make it though the day
But I'm the one who's hurting who's body's spilling tears
(?) and a stomach full of beer
(Yeah I hear that man, I'mma tell you this)
[Chorus: Grieves]
Yo it's funny how the time flies (?) showing distance between it
Ink spots scattered on the canvas a meaning
Life isn't supposed to be a pretty picture from the get go
Takes time to develop your style
Take the brush and paint the picture with the light lying in the distance of your passions
Love life and everything it fashions
And after a while you'll notice that you paint it exactly just how you see it
Or saw it
Life is what you make it be the artist
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