Irving Hard To Breathe
like a beat up kid, who's out on his own
there's an urgency, a need to belong
in the morning sun, you get out of bed
with a thirsty tongue and a nail in your head
when the water's gone, the air can't breath
the drugs that you're on, you've begun to need
you'd reather watch t.v. than go outside
you want to believe you're not gonna die
you're not gonna die
winter's come and gone, another year marked off
all the feeling's gone, your mind is going soft
when the red ink runs, like a rabbit who's scared
pick up your gun and try to keep it fair
(try to keep its hair)
everyday you try, you try to see
that you're going to die, it's hard to believe
it's hard to breath