Motivation, life, hate, and anger
Utensils, no pet pen and paper
No stranger to chaos and failure
The bruises are black and the pain is major
Silent prayer for this tragedy
A moment of silence for the families
A candle light vigil for those who doubted me
Waiting for my reflection to say it's proud of me
(Still searching for a place to write)
(And if this pen don't work I'll be up all night)
(Still looking for words that rhyme)
(And if I box 'em, it's murder tonight)
Clock's still tickin'
They're still waitin'
I'm still drinking, procrastinatin'
Debatin' if I'm up to the title
Praying to false gods and gold covered idols
No recitals
Yo, I shoot from the hip
Keep a superseded whim just in case God don't listen
I'm missin', still holdin' back in confession
Counting my blessings, misspelling perfection
(Still searching for a place to write)
(And if this pen don't work I'll be up all night)
(Still looking for words that rhyme)
(And if I box 'em, it's murder tonight)
(Now, take a drink if you see me)
(Put your drink up if you hear me)
(Middle finger up if you feel me)
(Turn your volume up now)
(Take a drink if you see me)
(Put your drink up if you hear me)
(Middle finger up if you feel me)
Turn your volume up now
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