Life grants us the gift to become old,
becoming old grants us the gift of wisdom,
wisdom grants us the gift to understand.

Everyday the same thing,
working the nine to five,
making barley enough money,
to keep myself alive,
I strive for greatness,
but always fall short of the line,
so bitter it tastes,
so sweet to make,
I call this life,
I don't call this fate,
people relying on him to help them with their cause,
but behind those peoples eyes are more than only flaws,
the lies your told,
these words are a disease,
I can help myself,
I don't need to be on my knees,
IM FREE,
I LIVE FREE,
AND SURE AS HELL I"LL DIE FREE,
because those who can not fend for themselves,
well they'll never know what it means to BE!

The Minty taste that’s held within my lip

I grab a bottle unscrew the lid then i proceed to spit

Liquid brown like muddy water

My gums receding even farther

Why bother

This is what i do

I’ll loose a tooth or maybe two

But it’s cool

Because i can chew way more than i can bite

And i know i can talk way better than i can fight

This is my vice i suggest you find yours

Stop worrying about other people

But you never want to ignore.