Let me out, pen is the key and paper is the door.
But it isn\'t enough I need more.
Working myself to the bone and waking up sore.
Busting my ass just to pick myself up from the floor.
And I want it more than anything I ever did my whole life.
Just do my thing cook up these words add
The right spice. sharping my sentences my pen is my knife.
I want to make a talent worth tasting
Fix all these mistakes I am making. Thinking
to hard putting myself in a blank stare. Where
I\'m going to go if I don\'t put myself out there?
I got to re-arrange and change before I get to
Comfortable in my young age.
So I grab the pen and the empty page