I’m a stone that can’t be moved. I’m the lie that silenced the truth. I’m the figment of your imagination making you question your sanity. I’m the reason you gotten rushed to the E.R…. Don’t play with me.
When rough times blew through I stood in the snow with my bare feet. I turned red wine into heat and built a house out of the street.
I never ran from my responsibilities and I made a lot of enemies. My morals are made out of solid gold plus I stuck to the G code.
I’ll take a stand when all you do is criticize while sitting down in a chair built from your own negitivity.
The rain was cold and the front of my boots were shitty from all the ass I’ve kicked. In the past I’ll admit that I was the last person who you wanted to pick a fight with.
Carnage was the degree I mastered in. I cut the umbilical cord from my mother of mayhem. To be reborn into a life of walking in a strait path.
You know honestly I can’t lie. I feel like my transformation is conflicting with my patience. Making me feel like maybe I just never changed at all…