(2011)
A boy who writes poetry is a boy i… A girl named folk leads to trouble When you run with the devil You gonna get burned Silly boy
I feel like an interstate median Heavy traffic on both sides of me People coming People going People pushing
Hospital Bills Spilled Pills Blood, dust, and rust Broken frames and shattered glass Cracks Creaks, and Screams
Tick Tick Tock Goes the beat Of the clock
At eighteen I wasn’t your scene At nineteen I made you my queen Twenty, and time’s went on Twenty one, I decided to move on Twenty two, and I’m still not ove…
You were my first You were my last You were my worst You were my best Over you
You ooh ooh oooh Should know by now Should know by now That I eee I eee I eee Won’t stop
Why is everyone so uptight While I try to right my wrongs Claiming I drum To the beat of my own song Is not life a sing along?
Darling confide in me By the fireside And melt the past away make the yuletide merry As we watch the present year
I captured you within a lense To ensure the memory last For when the moment comes to pass
Bright April Earth Begins To unsettle Shedding away
You sold out to the masses Now a product of your environment Mass production Manican If you could do it all over
You And Collide And Intertwine
Those not busy being born Are busy dying Get busy living Or get busy dying I’m trying
There’s a man on the run A fugitive with a gun I thought I never see the day For this to cross into my county’s Lines