Ain't Life A Bitch
(c) 2003, CJ Hughes

I took down your picture
put on my favorite shirt
then I strolled out to the garden
and I covered them both in dirt
you aught to make the soil rich
ain't life a bitch

I called up my momma
told her not to set me up no more
all her high profile friends daughters
they ain't worth the paper
their daddy's moneys printed on
counterfit chicks
ain't life a bitch

I went down to the basement lounge
just to fire off a few shots
I grazed your memory every time
damn my aim must be off

waisted emotion, ill spent thought
that's a crowded corner of my mind
so if your ghost should care to haunt
she'll have to take a number and get in line
now serving heartache six
ain't life a bitch