I've stumbled, been humbled, been left by the wayside
I've gambled and scrambled to find me a way
I've been smuggled, I've struggled to keep from falling
I've been taken, beaten and sent away
and I want you to understand
that I don't know if I will
"be here till the end"
but if you'll let me, if I can,
if nothing else, I'll be your friend
I've grumbled and crumbled the walls that surround me
I've been bought, and I've fought with a price on my head
in the riot and quiet of life, i have noticed
a man without friends might as well be dead
and I want you to understand
that I don't know if I will
"be here till the end"
but if you'll let me, if I can,
if nothing else, I'll be your friend
what is a man who is alone in the world
gonna do when the bullets come flying
the man with a purpose-his bullets fly back
but the other, he is dying
Good Day...