Dead End Path

You chose this life and it ain't that nice
If you want respect gotta earn it twice
Best come correct or you'll pay the price
Whose got your back under those street lights
You're heading down a dead end path shit got real
And you're slipping fast fighting for your life on a winter night
You got blurry vision not a friend in sight bottom of a barrel
Where your life ends gotta stay true to your friends
Or you'll end up alone in the end this shit is real no it's not pretend

How many times have I tired I can't crack the secrets
You hide bottom of the barrel with the roaches and rats
Throw yourself away no there's no turning back

Bottom of the bottle hope you find your peace
Now that we know that it's not with me
You live free roaming the street you turned your back
Not a thought for me no thought for me