Hey, all you mother fuckers, listen,
It’s so sad to say, I’ve been chiseled away,
I can, however, raise my hand and share in that blame,
givin too little, but it’s been given, all be it much too late,
I’m stuck in a game, I’m tired, and I’m seasoned with hate,
none of that matters, the bottom line, always the same,
because, if i owe an apology, or if I’ve done you wrong,
after the millionth, ‘I’M SORRY!’, I ‘ll ...