Bridges burned,Potholes filledWhen I was born, I was forced to walkBridges burned,Potholes filled5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and I was told, a language to talk
when I was older, I was handed a bible to follow
and I was given a gun, to shoot out the lights of tomarrow.
Now here I am, asking around, were to go,
Walking blind, down alleys and streets, where am I? I dont know.
I was tought so many lessons, and make my life flow
I was realizing very quickly, they tried running MY show.
No one showed me this hidden path, I could have walked
A road that builds, as I took A simple step
Some shadows follow from past actions, they watch me like a hawk
I look back to build a better path, the memories I kept
I'm not going to listen to your shallow concepts
and I'm not so good at orders, or being adept
I'll be short and blunt, i don't give a fuck
about fate, so your shit out of luck.