Pen to paper, it’s therapy for me
Bleeding out the thoughts that won’t let me be
Tryna clear my head before it caves in
These words might be the only way I win
My music’s a map—just follow the signs
You’ll see my scars written between the lines
From the highs of hope to the edge of pain
Every verse is sunshine or pouring rain
So sit back, close your eyes, let the speakers cry
Take a walk through my world, don’t wonder why
Every line, every word, every broken truth
Is a piece of my soul I’m lending to you
Step a yard in my shoes, thanks for listenin’
Walk a mile in ’em, now you ain’t quittin’
These lines ain’t fiction, they’re all from me
Pulled straight from my good and bad memories
If you stacked my songs from then to now
You’d see the shift—I just hope you’re proud
Started out just tryna clear the haze
Now I’m praying for peace in better days
I’ve lived them once, don’t need to hear them again
But you’ll have to keep listenin’ to see how it ends
That first mile in my shoes hits you hard
Starts sweet, but the pain creeps in like a scar
You think about quitting, but you hit repeat
‘Cause you gotta know if I land on my feet
So sit back, close your eyes, let the speakers cry
Take a walk through my world, don’t wonder why
Every line, every word, every broken truth
Is a piece of my soul I’m lending to you
Step a yard in my shoes, thanks for listenin’
Walk a mile in ’em, now you ain’t quittin’
These lines ain’t fiction, they’re all from me
Pulled straight from my good and bad memories
From “Stuck In The Mud” to “I Ain’t Much”
“Pain From The Bottle” to “Sisyphus”.
Hiding behind Kilo Seven is how I fly low
People walking in my shoes that I don’t even know
The words spill out and fill their mind
It’ll make sense one day, just give it time
Now you’re near the end, got tears in your eyes
Hoping the next song ain’t my goodbye
But you’re locked in deep, can’t let it go
Riding the storm that is my soul
Phone on silent, Ain’t takin’ calls
Had witnesses for my rise, don’t need them for my fall
Every thought spilling out could be my last
Getting too old and slow to outrun my past
My music’s a map—just follow the signs
You’ll see my scars written between the lines




