I sit still and try to breathe once again as i think of all the places I’ve been
Trying to breathe, and then just before the frustration sets in… I remember what you said!
As my emotions are having fits its hard not to say its over! Thats all! Thats it! I quit!
Not sure for how long, but I realize I’m crying as i listen to this here song. Trying to breathe, but all i can do is cough and spit!
Not too many will understand when I say this, but what a long strange trip!
As i fall backwards from lifes unseen blows, i look up at all the judge mental eyes instead of the hand that no one throws
My cup is half empty, my cup is half full. Shit, some people only spit in my dog bowl, on the ground
Its All good though i can take it cuz I’m the best fighter around pound for pound
God didnt make me a warrior, a fighter, or a soldier
He made me aMarine! Something yall know nothing yall, not even in your wildest fucking Dream!
Blackwell out. I’m tired!