There aint nothin like a pen and a pad
Dont get much better than that
You write what you feel, without holdin back
When i'm staring at the ceiling
Visuals begin appearing
Thinkin bout all the pain
writin it down is my way of healing
I dont do this for recognition
I dont do this for competition
I do this for myself
But i'm glad that you all listen
My pen is my drug
My pad is my arm
I inject that ink
Until the pain is gone
Some say i got a bad habit
Cuz I abuse that pen
I gotta let my pad have it
Then repeat it again
I write for a reason
Thats why i'm never leavin
Physically i feel fine
But when i write, my soul is bleedin
The tip of the pen leakin
All the thoughts that i'm speakin
The pad is all smothered
With every emotion that im feelin
When i feel that i cant take it
And everything goin bad
I bring it back to the basics
With a pen and a pad


~Bedo~