Get up To the world Its happy If you make it that way Your loved ones
My mind has three sections Front Middle And Back And Back is important
If the sky is the limit And you have no fear Failure will give it To you in the rear So just go with what you got
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
I write Not for tomorrow But for today Because tomorrow isn’t promised I promise
It has stopped me with purpose On purpose What did I do to deserve this Oh yes I live where absurd is
The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
Sometimes we just have to leap Eyes closed Over a river so deep When we erase our thoughts Inside our minds
I was once walking down Pasture lane when crows flew over… Then I thought of subtle rain Pouring over the dead.... And golden sunsets bless this visi…
I can keep going Because we’re here to stand It’s all the same And we make plans Thank you
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
If you hate me the most.... My love is as big as a mountain...… If I hate you the most... My love is as big as a mountain...…
Everyone is less optimistic Truth is far from simplistic The essence of can’t gets it But then she paid me a visit Made me look at
It’s all just tender expressions Spender of cash On dreadful obsessions Sender of trashed Vocal confessions
I punched a wall Then a built a house. I stepped on an ant. Then I saved a mouse. I cussed at my love