4+20

Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more

A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know
Why am I so alone?
Where is my woman can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away? Is she gone?

Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head
I embrace the many-colored beast
I grow weary of the torment Can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease