Hold On

I got tears on my sleeves, hold on

And holes in these jeans, hold on

I haven't slept in weeks, hold on

I haven't found no peace, hold on

I get mighty tired, hold on

And these tears run dry, hold on

Two bloodshot eyes, hold on

Two bloodshot eyes

I don't belong here in the place where life has left me

I'm 25 going on 150, my body feels old and im trying to lift the

Weight from my soul but it's moving against me

I've emptied out my tear ducts I lift my middle finger up

I'm screaming fuck you to all the demons here that keep me stuck

The pain is sharp like paper cuts

I hate them much but yes I trust

I must combust, I must blow up

And muster all this courage up

Boom, sparks fill the room, I feeling the rhythm I move

My soul is more worn than the soles in my shoes

Nike trainer blues, a man with none to lose

I think I lost my sanity calamity ensues

Poor choice make up, I'll rip out the pages of faith

And I'll roll them up like rizla paper, Descartes

Lung full of destiny a man with no path is a very strange entity

Tears on my sleeves, hold on

And holes in these jeans, hold on

I haven't slept in weeks, hold on

I haven't found no peace, hold on

I get mighty tired, hold on

And these tears run dry, hold on

Two blood shot eyes, hold on

Two bloodshot eyes

Do you ever question your fate, (huh?)

The questions I make

Is this all predetermined the script or a play

Am I the protagonist in this tragedy

Or will I be the author of stories unmade

If so, I'll dip in my quill to my ink pot

Keep on writing never stop until my beating heart it flops

I'll write a whole different story

Seen one a boy full of hope, a boy full of glory

Who st-st-st-st Stutters Im at-at I would rather be tougher

Than live it smoothly like butter but not so bitter ricotta

But so I sit up and shut up it's like I a little bit struck up

The courage never to fuck up and now Im feeling the ruckus

Feeling the static and now im feeling the flames

And now Im feeling the strength inside the room with my pain

My boxing gloves are my hope that I trust to bust an uppercut

Cut my demons up (what?)

Boom like a tsunami, smooth like a poonani

Bending words like origami, Salvador I'll be the Dali

Only love like Bob Marley, golden ticket call me Charlie

Riding Harley, Bengali Tiger style, call me Arnie (I'll be back)

And I cut the slack, track your back, relax your inner beast

And then seek your inner peace

And I'll reach the cannopees and yes we climbing

Building a brave new world inside a whole new designing

With all this fire we burn like the sun

A new dawn is rising, the new dawn it come

(Ya) Diggity diggity down with all these corporation

They burn up the land for the greed that they run

Runs deep with the roots but their roots can be lifted

I'll be a renegade, yes I'll make a fist kid

Tried to seek truth in the kingdom of lies

A boy so lost with two bloodshot eyes

Tears on my sleeves, hold on

And holes in these jeans, hold on

I haven't slept in weeks, hold on

I haven't found no peace, hold on

I get mighty tired, hold on

And these tears run dry, hold on

Two blood shot eyes, hold on

Two bloodshot eyes