If you think I’m gonna give up You don’t know shit about me I’m completely stubborn as fuck Ass ain’t got nothin’ on me
To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet
The world that I was born into Is not the world I want I work to try to get back to A one that values plants
Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails
Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit
Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place
There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…
I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you
Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart