Last Writes

Pick it up from the start or we've nowhere to go

Quick with the rhythm ain't no taking it slow

Got a need that I feed now by hitting the road

And I'm living every minute of it ripping at shows

They made it addictive flipping this music

Had a dream now I'm in it but considered it lucid

Out with the jury so inconclusive

I could quit it if I wanted but there's no way to prove it

Lights in my eyes never shunning the glare

A game full of rappers and I'm loving the players

Staring at the crowd and with sudden aware

With a sea full of bodies, fists pumping the air