1 I'm repentant for the troubles that I've caused,
Fought my battles on the thin white line.Ups, downs and in between a razor blade and a rolled Jackson,
Buy the ticket, take the ride, pay the price.
On the corner man spare some change,
Wasted friendships and relations crawling on the thin white line.
Death on the stairs cold touch of the Man,
I'm sorry for my time spent at war with myself and the world,
Awake from my stupor where have I been,
Ignore this terrible drug man it's time to find a new gig.
2
Looking to the future I see everything in a blur
Fuzzed at the edges, all spots and blotches and thin white lines.
Man, I wish I could get outta my head that I ever went up to it,
But I can't get rid of the reason why, stupid as it was.
I was one of those who thought of valor and bravery,
Of stories I'd tell my chums when I got back, having a smoke around a bar.
Well, here's a story that you can forget about.
Don't even bother listening, just think for yourself, do whatever.
Go out, talk to whomever whenever wherever,
Do your own thing. Find something and follow it.
