The differences of you and me, the way you talk, and the way you seem to be. Life is a hard thing to live. Out on the street doing things unreal.
Talk all day, and sleep all night. One minute we are cool, the next we fight.Tell whats the deal, got people eating their last meals.
If only you can see what I see. On the corners outside smoking weed. The smell that passes up under your nose. Just makes you feel the danger of your own.
The differences between the two, not having your way out. Screaming and shouting but your just running your mouth. Time after time, day after day the difference of you and me will soon be free.
