Walking Through Madness

I’m walking through madness, 
and I can see your sadness, 
and I know what you want to be, baby, 
but you’re not gonna be, baby. 
You’re down but you want to be up. 
You open the door for the drugs. 
You’re slamming the door in your veins. 
Pushing until nothing remains. 
Filling your body with sin, 
everyone wants to get in. 
But you won’t answer the calls. 
When you’re standing it feels like you’ll fall. 
Money is all that you need. 
But it’s the last thing you need. 
Dark streets where the devil can breed. 
Hollow moon dancing in dreams. 
Your wish is to spiral and burn. 
Life is the lessons you learn. 
Your chalkboard is beaten in blood. 
I wish I could be what you loved. 
I wish I could have been enough. 
I’m steady singing the songs of the south, 
that liquor burn stinging my mouth. 
Spitting it into the flames,
until they start hissing your name. 


one in A million 

I grew up around a lot of rednecks, son 
believe me I did. 
Men who refuse to agree their kid is their kid. 
You don’t know shit about the shit that I did. 
I did nothing. 
That you wouldn’t have done yourself. 
Life is some miraculous shit.
To be so imaginative that you think everything you see is unimaginative 
is lit. 
I once stood for something but 
I’ve lost focus. 
One in a million and shit.