The streets breathe my freedom, an out for all the work within
I slept on the streets of New Orleans cause I needed to know who I was to my friends?
I found the answer when I showed up in Birmingham
I waited two days cause my "friend" had to get payed
You believe it's a lie, the savior for my mistakes
This moment my breathing is a wreck at any rate
You believe it's a lie, the savior for my mistakes
This moment my breathing is a wreck at any rate
I will be true to the end
I am me without my friends
My pen will keep me warm at night
When the scene closes it's doors and says goodbye
The only good advice is take no one's advice
Every new star is a black hole in the making
The voice in your head doesn't scream for his own health
He's telling you to find a new self to destroy
You feed their egos when you fall into line
Music isn't paint by numbers, it's a calling for life
These words are my pain, my calling, and my happiness
If you don't believe that then you're not listening