What a world that I’m livin in
Will the rainstorm ever end?
Still I feel my path narrow,
I run again.
See the happiness is gone again.
And then you see em,
Gray clouds above mane.
Metaphor to my life mane,
Still I feel my heart stronger than its ever been.
Strain will till my journey ends.
Till then I roll,
More than I’ve ever rolled.
Not pills, but the MARY DOE.
Still I feel my eyes everywhere the days go.
Nothing helping my head dose.
But I ain’t sleep,
Awkward in another state.
Livin in a new space.
Still I feel my mind runnin at a steady pace,
God help me win the race.