Hey, punk, with that bottle in your hand what makes you so sad? could life really be that bad? sure, you've got your reasons but your alibis are lies the story is an old one it's been told a million times you were glad to be alive on life's journey you were excited but you were not in a hurry for years you walked up and down each road you had to try them all looking for your place i guess where you could rest and feel at home now tired of walking you've started to run pa**ing everything by but at least you're having fun good karma-bad karma you'll get what you deserve there is good and evil you've got a lot to learn there is love there is hate you can't do as you please
wash your face, take a bath your aura is still filthy in someone's bathroom, turning blue, puking green you're senile, senile at seventeen scars on your brain from drinking beer and smoking weed another acid tab, another shot of speed good karma-bad karma you'll get what you deserve there's good and evil you've got a lot to learn there's no lie, only truth in reality you hate love, you love hate your soul is so diseased you're just a fish in a sea of human beings lost in, caught up in, someone else's dream afraind to laugh 'cause you migth drown the true mad, sad clown sinking down into the darkness where no one would dare venture to save you... -Karma DRI's Deal with it