Life Is Like A Confused Teacher...first She

Damn, Tell Me Where Did All The Magic Go? I Followed The Rules And Told You Everything You Had To Know

Saying She Should Be The One I See Every Time That I'm Here, But When Am I Really Even Here?

I Wish That We Lived In A Time And A Generation Where People Would Stop Viewing My Honesty As Overly Emotional. People Always Act Like I Spend My Life Crying In A Dark Room. I Don't, I'm Good. I'm A Man. I Want To Be Remembered As An Artist That Gave You A Piece Of Me, As Opposed To Some Surface Bullshit. I Don't Think People Realize That We Die, We Leave Here, And Either They Forget About You Or Remember You. And How They Remember You Is Up To You. I Just Want To Be Remembered As A Poet That Was Open And Honest Because I Wake Up Every Morning And I'm Me.

I'm In The World Where Things Are Taken, Never Given. How Long They Choose To Love You Will Never Be Your Decision.

Being Humble Doesn't Work As Well As Being Aware.