These Words

I got a lot to say, I write it down so many things to do, I write it out, talking about him her and you, right about what you do write until my ink is gone my hands turning blue write it whether I’m right or wrong. they’re my words. It’s my truth. Keep on writing then I bring it to life when I step inside this booth.

Thinking about yesterday hard times and the loss thinking more and more these days may have done it all wrong I think I should just run away. Maybe y’all would be better off. Think I’ll keep those thoughts at bay give myself another shot.

Every scar every thought every nerve laid in the verse got a pulse every line got a rhyme for the time When the world buries me deep in the dirt I’m defeated in these words there will always be a piece of me breathin

All the rage all the pain all the days I survived Every page is a piece of me staying alive When the lights go black and they lower that curtain Ill be gone forever but I know one thing’s certain—

These words live on

These words live on

Long after I’m gone

These words live on

Stand up and stretch it out gotta keep the blood flow stand up with my own thoughts. Stop copying what they wrote stand up cause what else is left when you fallen the floor still standing my words will be when I’m done and gone.

Living life with no regret is the path we all hope to walk, livin life through the pain and stress, and hoping we don’t fall livin life like these words that I write upon this page livin life hearin the crowd cheer my name from high upon the stage

Every scar every thought every nerve laid in the verse got a pulse every line got a rhyme for the time When the world buries me deep in the dirt I’m defeated in these words there will always be a piece of me breathin

All the rage all the pain all the days I survived Every page is a piece of me staying alive When the lights go black and they lower that curtain Ill be gone forever but I know one thing’s certain—

These words live on

These words live on

Long after I’m gone

These words live on

Killing that part of me that says I’m not good enough killing my enemies you’ll pay for what you’ve done killing is my specialty with my pen or with my gun killings nothing new to me. I don’t feel the hurt no more so much killing in my life, dead look up upon my face I need to live life need to stand up. Need to think about what I write here on this page TGB life words thoughts decisions, life death matter, choose yours carefully.

Every scar every thought every nerve laid in the verse got a pulse every line got a rhyme for the time When the world buries me deep in the dirt I’m defeated in these words there will always be a piece of me breathin

All the rage all the pain all the days I survived Every page is a piece of me staying alive When the lights go black and they lower that curtain Ill be gone forever but I know one thing’s certain—

These words live on

Long after I’m gone

I’ll still be here

When you hear my song