I write because I am running out of time
Running out of time to make the world a better place
Running out of time so I must speak my words with haste
Out my mother's womb with a mind filled with questions and ideas
Filled desires and filled with fears.
Heart always racing,
Mind having a hard time learning to slow down so it's ticking to the sound of the metronome always pacing
As my soul creates the essence laid within the bullets and my lips provide the casing
My mind is the gunpowder and my heart is the trigger
I write my thoughts down, and I write like I'm running out of time
Certainly those before me had a song, had a rhyme but most did not change much
They ran out of sand, they ran out of time, and into death's hand
So me I write quickly, because I am running out of time
This world will know of me, they will know these words of mine