Soul smells the flesh

defyin my life shoulda crossed roads but remained in the sorrows ive benn down in the dumps but feeling this time. time gets hard to borrow, think to myself maybe be better tomorrow. truth is if i dont change it myself the chains remain on my holding me down to burn in hell chains getting hot now i think flesh burning, cant even stand my own smell. either rise up to the top shelf or die in the gutter with some bad health. changing these ways can only help im tired of seeing myslef not excell im ready to save my soul im getting to old to act out thuggishly that lifestyle to cold windows frosted. cant see me through the window so leave a note.