Internal Bleeding

Pops always told me, “King the Kings

Live the life and dream the dream.”

Never gas my self with weed, liquor or lean,

because when you’re riding the ride and the tank hits E

you need to fill back up and now you’re considered a fiend.

Not shooting a rock or passing a dime why can’t I be successful,

Cleaned myself up cut my hair, learned about life now my past is dreadful.

Make it out the dark to succeed in the light,

Tired of empty dreams and personal internal fights.

War scars that I got for fighting the last battle,

Dope heads and murders who beat our world with a wooden paddle.