stomach in knots 
in a race against my thoughts
if you get caught -
that just means you 're fucking up
you can keep ducking but 
it 'll all catch up eventually
they say luck comes in threes
but it 's four unlucky years later
and i'd have to disagree
blood sweat and tears pave the streets
down here if you're weak it 's like a life threatening disease
no one believes in luck , they all hustle
an army of soldiers with meth decayed muscles
any trust will start to slip away
like the sunshine
when it started to turn grey
days turn to nights and nights into days
regardless, the fucking shade always stays
ruthless , and
on your mind they begin to prey
til you find yourself running away
from your own thoughts 
cause of the nasty tricks they play