NEVER CALL HOME

Losing track of my mantra running through life like Contra Better to be battered and bruised awake than to be living unconscious Started out good, just shining now I see flecks in my diamonds Spent my last 20 at the taqueria too broke to be flexing diamonds Play it like she move on assignment Devil may cry, no reason. Thought I was seeing a real one until she had me seeing my demons Some of my boys weren't good enough to be my sons -- what an Oliver Twist though Talk slick, get touched like dirty nails to a cigarillo on me Loose lips sinking all of my ships I've forgiven everything that you've done but with as bad as my memory gets from the alcohol, I could never forget Nah I could never forget How long 'til I only get the dial tone? Too caught up in it, I never call home, nah Running through life, I forget to call home, nah Too busy to talk, gotta dead the convo, yuh Hate that I'm jaded and never found gold and going through things only me and God know