victim of the Mind

you dont cry when you walk up to the stage and there is noone to see you
mind is full of temptations when you look up and see your guardian angel leave you
you think of much when you bow before your god i will give you some advise
remember that one day he will be gone and it will be your own mission too rise
i take a chance on a cliff, i smoke poison to clear my mind set up the prioroties
ill be glad when i die young, never will be the low-class downass minority