Pen and Papers

Yeah I’m gassed up

Soon I’ll be passed out

Got my light gassed up

And have my self doubting

Y’all be making songs no one listens to

You have to write them wrong so no one listens too

I’ve been a poet, been a singer, changed my own belief

Been an answer to no ones questions, been a comic relief

Sorry if I’m not the one you intended to keep

Had to be the wolf in the flock in the clothing of sheep

I sing my songs audible, t make my audience feel

Songs about myself that I intend to kill