Good

I can’t think I’m so cooped up and stressed

And this is the only thing I got to get it off my chest

I’m shoveling a mountain of debt

While I’m holding my breath

And broken promises left me hoping for the next broken

Promise I get

I bare my soul every moment I flex

And I’m holding the flame no matter how hot or cold

That it gets

I’m an honest person that’s why these monsters working

Hard to hurt me revert me back to the old me the one

That wasn’t so wordy

But I’m on a long journey most would suffer with scurvy

From the burden of loving something

So much it hurts you from the inside out

When I'm dead is when my pen dries out

Until then I’m gonna send a message to ya in the

Midnight hour

If you’re a snake you can never fathom true power

Love is what you can’t conquer, even you coward.

So keep on scheming thinking you ain’t leaving anything

Behind to find it’s inside of your mind planted

Synthetically

It’s up to you what ya, what you do with the, power

That you hold,

How do you use it? We make good music, so the music

Makes you feel good! I feel good right now!

(Good) not a care in the world is on my mind and I feel

(Good) nothing can knock me down

Nothing can stop me now

(Good) people helping out when things

Are falling apart so

(Good) things are finally working out we’ve been

Working hard and it feels good!

Some say sin‘s wages pave paths,

That only old drunks and crazed

Psychopaths would brave.

From beyond the cradle to what’s after the grave,

What happened to the 21 grams, man?

There’s something just a little bit

Different, and its indifference

To inclement climate and the wistful instances

When it comes to fruition all that blue collar spit

Shine, spit spit,

In my line of quick witted slick rick witticisms

I’m witty, some outside the city don’t get my

Criticisms,

Its undoubtedly dumbfounding

And its fury is a fountain...

Pissed off bitter old scofflaw like me

Used to be an outlaw, but about that

I don’t beat about, but now I be about a beat.

Feel the feeling stomp your feet feet feet.

You got a voice and a choice, yo, cc me

They said that we wouldn’t amount to anything but a

Couple of nobodies

But nobody could of called it better than a couple of

Po buddies

Making a record on a budget that couldn’t buy a string

But the vibe was nice, with a bit of a jump we got into

The cut making a splash and the music was born

When you have your day (you say)

When you face yourself (you break)

Where you find your hope (you pray)

You can press reset today (its too late)

It’s never too late (no it’s never too late)

To paint a new way (a new way to relate)

Your gonna make many mistakes (everybody does)

We all know this but knowing it (just ain’t enough)

My being needing more than believing

(My inner peace the beacon)

The reason my pen is leaking ink

(Leaving my paper seeping)

No more weeping for me my people (I’m living my dreams)

And even if I wasn’t each day is a blessing I love it!