Note To Self

Dear God, give me peace while I get back on my feet

Ran a couple thousand miles, riots in these streets

On the move, soul to soothe

Sweating demons in the booth

Doubts presented with the truth but I got way much more to prove

Note to self, this is not for the wealth

Not for my health, only for the most high

Multi-millions never give us the feeling, when we've been reeling and

The media keeps rambling on it's not the faith to lean on but

The truth and the hope is all is clouded in smoke, while they tell it

If there's to money to be made, you best believe they sell it

Wake up and smell the fear in the air, who really cares