Not much to say, just a new track.
A grip on the mic stand, a fist in the other
Wrote down my regrets, now a list in the gutter
What I missed I discovered, so I wrote between the lines
Up the side the page, in hopes you’d see my rhymes
But, it’s hopeless, but wouldn’t have it otherwise
Cause you got me thinking on the better side of life
And what better time to shine, I could stutter rhymes
But in this dark world, still got me chasing butterflies
Might run out of breath, I’ll just jump back in
Havin’, a ball on the greener grass
Finally seems at last that, the good guys can win
Take a step up and our boot to your chin
The root of our sin, not crude to the skin
Nice guys finish last cause the rude are our kin
So the truth in the end, I’m dirty as the muck
But I’m as tough as the guys trying to hurt me enough