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4+20 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.