four and twenty years ago, i come into this life,
the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
he was tired of being poor and he wasn’t into selling door to door
and he worked like the devil to be more.
a different kind of poverty now upsets my soul.
night after sleepless night, i walk the floor and i want to know
why am i so alone?
where is my woman can i bring her home?
have i driven her away? is she gone?
morning comes to sunrise and i’m driven to my bed.
i see that it is empty and there’s devils in my head.
i embrace the many-colored beast.
i grow weary of the torment. can there be no peace?
and i find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.