26 and Paul wants a great life, a good paying
job,

a nice house, a kid, a pretty wife. he can't hold
a job,

he never has & knows he never will, he plays the
lottery

& blames his problems on the world. I've been
seeing this

shit for some time, we all got our problems, yes
we've

all got our needs, I've been seeing this shit for
some time,

take good care of yourself. first of the month
and the rent

is due again, checking his savings he's got
pocket lint to spend.

down on his luck, with no tears to spare,
desperation motivates

a mind not clear. one day he said things are
gonna change,

one day when I've got things squared away. one
day soon turns

into the next, one day were the words he said
with his last breath.

1992 Paul walks into the liquor store, with an
unloaded pistol,

i don't need to say more. his life ended in a
tragic way,

noone cried for him, not one to this day