REHAB*DEDICATED TO CLOSE FRIEND,WHO LOST HIS LIFE*X

Sometimes,my eyes look back,miss those years.
No worries,stress in life or misjudgment of tears.
As time moves on and on,the alchol an cigars seem the best.
Best way out,to releive myself.
Still,I encourage myself.To pass this forgiven test.
I remember growing up with no mother,
Taking pills,shots,an whatever I could find,with one another.
At the present state,I'm fucking depressed from rehab.
Those assholes,so called experts saying shit that isn't even true.
Don't know what the fuck I would do,just to get the fuck out.
Get out of this world,sometimes.
Lukily,I can express myself.
Through the soul an truth of my nappy-flow rhymes.

(Chorus)
No worries,life going to be ok.
Watch out,for the stars.
Tomorrows,going to be a better day.
So get out of rehab.
Rehab.
Rehab.
Rehab.

Lost my closes friend,Damien,over a club brawl.
I can imagine him now.
Bleeding,screaming,blood rushing,unable to crawl.
Can't believe it happened,just cause I got no entry in a club.
Started,taking it out on some Brothers,that at the time .
Most likely drinking,spitting an high as heel on the bud.
I should have listen to Dam,when he said one of them had a knife.
Would of listened,if I knew it was gonna take my best friends life.

(Chorus)
No worries,life going to be ok.
Whatch out,for the stars.
Tomorrows,going to be a better day.
So get out of rehab.
Rehab.
Rehab.
Rehab.

22/05/09 Damien.love you X-R.I.P.-X