Dreamin of a life,
That I did not intend,
Was I wise to make it mend?
I picture dreams of mine,
Comin true,
What a fool was I to think
I could make it through?
Now picture me in this life,
Where everything is right,
Not the way I like,
But to satisfy others,
I go through this demise,
Now don’t shed a tear,
I cried many years,
You picture me bein a success,
How will I ever progress?
Make it through tonight,
Then everything will be all right,
Been through this road,
Often wish I could skip the ride,
But my pride leads me to this misery,
I often think of death and freedom,
No parole is what life intended,
While the beating of heart continues,
I will fight till I can’t see the sun
Picture me rollin the bullet,
From a shot gun,
Ha,Ha,
Blaze in the desire of my comrades,
They wish to see me get up again,
And breathe once more,
So that I can change this curse,
Because I don’t believe in hearse,
Picture me seeing my son,
And a baby girl,
Something of my own,
That I can set free,
For my parole is not granted,
Eternally suffering till I see
The end,
When will this new life
Began?
