From Rags To Riches

Let me tell you a tragic tale of a dead man.
 Digging two graves, one for his enemies 
 And one for himself.
 Once was a dead man walking,
 talking from beyond the grave.
 “Forgive and forget or end up like me.
 Your [bad word] if you don’t. 
 I promise you’ll see!”
 Once was a dead man walking,
 Talking from beyond the grave.
 “your damned if you don’t.
 I promise you see.
 [bad word] for eternity!”
 Tell me what did you expect? 
 An eye for an eye
 leaves the whole world blind, after all.
 I smile and act like nothing wrong. 
 When it’s you who’s been wrong all along.
 Wont you admit this to yourself, after all?
 Heaven has abandoned me.
 Hell is my life.
 don’t try to save me,
 my heart my bite.
 One day where here then gone the next.
 ghost of shadows who have been blessed
 To live and feel unlike the rest.
 Listen up!
 Forgive and forget or end up like me.
 Your [bad word] if you don’t I promise you’ll see.
 [bad word] for eternity!
 Tell me what did you expect? 
 An eye for an eye
 leaves the whole world blind, after all.
 I smile and act like nothing wrong. 
 When it’s you who’s been wrong all along.
 Wont you admit this to yourself, after all?
 [bad word] your life of disappointments.
 [bad word] your petty problems.
 Change yourself, or end up just like 
 Me!
 I am the dead man 
 Walking talking from beyond this grave.
 Don’t take my words lightly, 
 Or find yourself six feet [bad word] deep.
 I wish you believe in a world outside of you own mind.
 I wish my finger prints never faded from the lens of you life.
 Why’d you turn away?
 We tried to save you.
 Why’d you turn away, from me?
 We tried to save you, 
 But you weren’t looking back. 
 You pushed us aside, you left us behind.
 You dug your own grave.