Greatful to all the teachers that I gave hell, thinking I was a lost cause unable to grasp all the spells.
Pushed to your limit each one of you snapped, nothing can teach what doesn\'t want to be taught
Thankful to my mother for hiding her demon\'s well, by the time I collected my own. We could no longer stay claimed to all the love lost our home, I was to young to be a man but no boy did remain.
Blessed by the man that drew blood with my first ink, a tiger ripping out no longer waiting for approval that adult is an age of eighteen.
Going off beat and making my own path, is something I have done right from the start. Many moments of darkness and many moments of light, I\'ll always walk tall with all of my stripes.
Knowing life is just lesson, mixed with wrong or right. To find love in authenticity, not the actual soul of light.
Let all music guide our senses, all poets be a brick in the wall, art take over our imagination and no voice be too small.
Dancing to the rhythm made from us all, taking a journey no other has before.