Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome

I'm Tired Of Being A Nice Guy, I've Been Poor All My Life, But Don't Know Quite Why.

Since I Only Got One Life To Ive, God Forgive Me For My Sins, Let Me Make It And I'll Never Steal Again, Or Deal Again, My Only Friend Is My Misery. Wantin Revenge For The Agony They Did To Me.

I Stop And Stare At The Younger, My Heart Goes To 'em, They Stressed Out And Goin' Under.

To All The Seeds That Follow Me Protect Your Essence, Born With Less, But You Still Precious.

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.