Walking On Thin Ice

Nowadays it feels like I am walking on a tight rope And my only way to cope Is by smoking some good dope And to myself Here is just a mental note My ass is grass being chewed on By a billy goat People are always Getting on my nerves So to cure my pain I like to create words To prevent me From making mental outbursts I’m tired of being treated Like cheap dirt Rumors are constantly floating behind my back Without me being consulted first If I don’t address them Things could possibly get worse The creator of these rumors I want to put in a hearse It seems like my life Has been damaged with a curse You know what fuck it I hate my life And I’m better off just stabbing myself With a knife I’m checking out I’m signing off But don’t let my sensitive side fool you Because I ain’t soft By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)