(Train Leaving)* After 23 years, I finally stepped up to the mic... Exposed my hidden messages of a pad that holds my life... Speaking all about my problems, and how I tend to solve em... a past that shows a little boy who resents the reflection of his father. Some would call me crazy, others maybe weird..but I can't listen to your judgement since honesty is what makes things clear...I separate myself...seems alone time helps me most...a solo mind with his thoughts Helps him write his best quotes... An odd type of man who lives for the excitement of gods plan, Was once a young kid, who felt the cold life in his hands... Speaking wit permission Causes society not to listen.. But if I create a work of art.. Will society potentially be a witness? will they believe everything they hear on a deceiving television? (Idk) I just Give love to the hated... Humble down the overrated... Bring back spirit into the potential... Send a prayer to the outdated...* Allow the thought of a good heart To bring happiness and true belief Give a helping hand to the fallen.. Don't treat others as if they are beneath.. A black pen can send a message and open up so many possibilities.. Is society truly crazy? Or do we need to learn how to embrace the little things? Unleash a humans true ability to become "non ignorant" and turn hostility into tranquility. I still stay prayed up, and believe in the good of humanity I see change in faces, a flower blooming in a *** full of insanity, And if I couldn't move, I ask...would you stop and carry me? Or would you let me die and leave me here alone? This here is my first train of thought...and my last ride home.