4+20 Lyrics

4+20 (Stephen Stills)4+20 years agoI come into this lifeThe song of a womanAnd a man who lived in strifeHe was tired of being poorAnd he wasn't into selling door to doorAnd he worked like the devil ot be moreA different kind of poverty now upsets my soulNight after sleepless nightI walk the floor and I want to knowWhy am I so alone?Where is my woman can I bring her home?Have I driven her away?Is she gone?Morning comes to sunriseAnd I'm driven to my bedI see that it is emptyAnd there's devils in my headI embrace the many colored beastI grow weary of the tormentCan there be no peace?And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.