I see the beauty of my pain
Even in its corruption
Through hellfire I\'m engulfed, but
The brainwaves function
Stress eating at my mind
With reservations for a luncheon
I knew life was hard work
So at birth I just punched in
Im at the fork of good and evil
Path halted by the junction
Won\'t tell you what I dream
Its just seems too redundant
Its hard to keep level
When your always drug under
And if this is called life
Then who can help but wonder
And if I\'m cold hearted
Then the world must be tundra
Ironic to wake from ya dreams
Wishing to remain in slumber
Thoughts backed up like traffic
And I can\'t get over
So I Put the blinker on
And go a buck on the shoulder
Fighting my inner demons
With my pen in the holster
Therputic release
I\'m 21years sober
I\'ve learned a lot through the years
An with the years I get older
Foot planted on the petal
I got that built tough motor