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(Chorus)
What am I to do, where am I to go
I need something spiritual
If you try to bring me down just to get high
Quite the reciprocal
I just need to keep on goin. . Keep on goin
Goin.. just gotta keep on...
Anywhere in life some asshole has that last word
Just make sure your on track and have some strong nerves
And always be true to yourself no gluing yourself
Copying might just end up ruining wealth
And not only that but your own self worth
It makes me feel like shit how I don't work
If my hobby was a job I'd be hyped as fuck
I'd be gassed with ideas of cyphering stuff
Most people lose train of thought blocked in a box
I trained myself to write and get out of the dark
The right measures with pot I'll boil right up to the top
No more advice taken literally from hateful faggots
If I do that my life could be as a handgun has been
Bang bang life thrown away in a trash bin just cause of a comment
(Chorus)
But it's not gonna end like that we all should be
Tougher and could be. . In comfort
Something above the haters high as aviators
Style with the pens persuasion
Talking to my audience grace saving
Wrist saved from the razor blading
All because of ignorant bitter hatred hat red
From the last bit of lead
When the last faggot said some troll shit
But act as if it's a park you stroll in
Just an everyday occurrence it ain't worth it
I know I'm preaching to the choir but I'm singing the lyrics
And the shit emotionally touches them through the ending