The Stairway To Heaven To The Highway To Hell

I went from running on a city block to running a city blocks went from out running time on the clock to stoping time on the clock to carrying a Glock.went from skipping rocks off of the pond to selling rocks out of my socks on the block went from running from the fucking cops to getting cought by the fucking cops went from being on top of my game to being restrained locked up in a cell went from hell having nothing to getting everything that I wanted to heaven giving the hopeless everything they needed, letting my needs blow away like Dust in the Wind, one hand on the throttle of ape hanger handle bars the other grip is a sour mash bottle, face in the wind heels on the highway bars facing the winds of change wondering if God will answer my prayers, wondering when the wind will stop guiding me every where I go, went from back flipping off of a triple beam to flipping shit like it was bouncing off of a trampoline, skipping rocks off of the Stars, looking at the moon shine through the bottom of an empty mason jar, wondering how I made it this far, hopping in and out of bars, stumbling down halls bouncing off of walls trying to hold on and not fall, building brick walls to shelter in my pain not letting anyone infiltrate me again, here's another swallow of Suicidal Tendencies out of a sour mash bottle, here's another shot to dancing in the rain, drunk driving one hand on the throttle the other gripping a sour mash bottle, out running my scars, out running the law so I don't wake up behind bars, writing my last bars,out running my scars went from following the white lines as they glow to riding white lines up my nose to taking this V-Twin to the Limit, brain baking off that Colorado Kush, you can call it Mary Jane ,Thai stick or weed I call it just the fuck what I need, what do you know about that medicated ear wax blast,went from hanging on to letting go , letting the wind guide me every where I go,not buying what the preacher-man is selling, it's just a facade, leave me out of your prayers when you call upon your god went from knocking on heaven's door to having soar knuckles whiskey bent and hell bound was found now lost in the mire one foot in the fire climbing down the stair-way to heaven in a fast pace race running out of leeway ran out of leeway stuck at a fork in the middle of the road went from knowing where to go to being lost on the dusty roads of life even though there is no water around me my face feels in cased in it I can't breathe I'm drowning on dry ground went from climbing the stair-way to heaven knocking on heaven's door to climbing down the stair-way to heaven on the highway to hell with soar knuckles letting go went from holding on trying not to fall to letting go from the stair-way to heaven to the highway to hell