I Think Music Should Be

Reading A Piece Of Poetry With No Beat In Front Of 20 People Is Way More Challenging Than Rocking For 10,000 People.

Broken, Hopeless, Headed Nowhere Only Motivation For What The Dealer's Supplying That Rush, That Drug, That Dope Those Pills, That Crumb, That Roach Thinkin' I Would Never Do That, Not That Drug And Growing Up Nobody Ever Does Until Your Stuck, Lookin' In The Mirror Like I Can't Believe What I've Become Swore I Was Goin' To Be Someone And Growing Up Everyone Always Does We Sell Our Dreams And Our Potential To Escape Through That Buzz

We Become So Numb To What We're Saying.

I Write To The Beat And Let Life Play The Guitar Strings

You Can Only Watch Injustice Go On For So Long Until You're Compelled To Say Something. To Speak Out Against It.