Walking the fine Line

Walking the fine line, so to speak
Shades of grey, you might as well be talking Greek
Not knowing right from wrong
It’s a hell of a night to go down
But dammed if you do
And dammed if you don’t

Whey, I see you clearly
Making the rounds, dodging the weary
Wats your beef, wats your fancy
Dodge the bullet, take the pills
Drop the Benjamin Franklyn and run to the hills

Scary nights and homeless scuffles
Living on the streets can be a big hassle
Scattered dreams and faded hopes
Memories, not made of gold
They’re better off, left untold

Jumping, running, skipping
This sh!% I’m on, really has me tripping
Reached a high, I can almost touch the sky
But wait, now I’m free falling
Level ground, level ground, oh please I wanna come down
Flying, is not my trick, but if I can, it’ll be a feat
Wicked entry, I have to say, Lord, oh dear Lord
Help me please, to stick the landing gently

Blue the siren’s colour
Oh so near, can’t you see her?
Red, a not so pretty sight
Gotta get cleaned up before I take flight
Off to the cells, my only salvation
Away from my vices and certain destruction
Tomorrow’s another day
A change to to get it right, all the way

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