It's time...
It's come...
I didn't do this for myself...
I didn't do this for the money...
I've made a lot of mistakes, gotta understand my life isn't so funny, when I get mad, scribble it down on the page, and like to just laugh, I know it's not enough, but it works, it's got its perks, now I got a chance, believe me I can't where we at, God put us here for a reason, now it's my season, this music you're feeling, my reason being to give this passion a lashing, a beating, a thrashing, understand it, it's not a spliff I'm passing, sick feelings just beat it, you see it I might be sick in the head, believe it, believe that, I don't want your respect, I don't care if you're asking and in the end it's never the cheques I'm cashing...

Both of us see it...
I want to believe it...
I want to accept it...
Our roots have spilt...
You'll never be how far I can see...
You better know...
You better believe me...

Now take a deep breath, need to focus on my strengths, while I write these lines with depth, losing the fight at night, can feel it in my head, instead of mourning I look to the sky instead, praying one day I can look ahead, to a time where I'll never be misread, that's what he said, I'll just be the reject, the unusual suspect, in effect I'll never be perfect, maybe I'm just been indirect, outside playing with the friends in my head, don't believe a work he says, wind in my hair, take my last breath, stand tall it's what he recommends, caution tape is my final rest...
long way down; better clear my head... take the decent...
"Believe me"
he said...