Realizin Worry

Realizes only now that he's livin in the wrong path,
As he's on his own sittin thinkin of his broken past.
Line after line too many times, mixed with the green bottled wine,
Crime after crime, thinkin it'd be fine when it's gonna make him miss life's back nine.

But the shallow regret's that he's feelin now only gettin stronger,
All the increasin upsets takin greater meanin and lastin longer.
Losing his health by the minute but he's still helpin the cause along,
Takin his wealth, this filthy habit has and to an early grave no doubt with a farewell song.

Hittin it hard again and again, into the night alway's the same game,
He's still tryin to pretend it's all alright as he's slowly goin insane.
Weigh'in up the good times against all the bad, and all the one's he's never had,
As he's writtin his rhymes, feelin sad, but still feelin just a little glad.

Maybe no hope, up in smoke, in a life some call a joke.
Been trapped in, maybe locked in, a personal prision or something.
A momement of clarity jump's into the quite loud room of his thought's, below the shining moon.
All suprise and suddenly it hit's him enlights lost emotion's within him.

Things could maybe pick up with some luck, but he's never had much,
If he merely sit's up, escapes the muck, and try new things that he's never touched.
Need's to increase his output and take a better look, n give his backside a rightfull boot.
Know's he does'nt suit it, but might try to look at it, before he start's dodgin bullets.

This realization might be true, but he's still thinkin what better to do,
It just might be the snowland with alcohol river's he's in
Could be the the best thing and not the dark thing, that has ever happened to him?
Fuck...why worry.........it's just another games he's in

Bobby Digital
01.11.07