Life through my bloodshot eyes br would scare a square to death br poverty, murder, violence br and never a moment to rest br Fun and games are few br but treasured like gold to me br cuz I realize that I must return br to my spot in poverty br But mock my words when I say br my heart will not exist br unless my destiny comes through br and puts an end to all of thisbr br Funmbi Aransiolabr br