I walk through the reservation valley of alcoholic death/
I fear no darkness among my own for the light breathes life on its own through my every breath/ I can no longer fit in for I need to stand out above the rest/
I can no longer follow, I got to be the host of my own because Im tired of being the guest/
I want to be the writer I dont want to be the reader/
I want to be the artist with the brush, I want to create I want to finally be my own leader/
I want to be able to follow society's rules because I am tired of being a cheater/
I want to be the supplier because Im tired of being the seeker/
I guess life is what I make it/ Forgive less as much as I still continue to forsake it/
My life is just a jolt but at times I feel death shake it/ Grab my emotions by the reins and straight earthquake it/ I try and fix my problems until someone comes by and breaks it/
but this is my time because Im still young so this young opportunity in life I must Take it.
I got to hold my head held high from being low/
I got to stay lost until I find my own being my purpose of another young lost soul/
I cannot stop because Im too tired of staying stuck I must stay on go/
This my life now I know it my story waiting to be patiently told/
This my life now I got to let it un fold/ Let it slowly but surely grow/
Im just a hidden bomb waiting for my poetry to blow/
EVERYTHING I DID OR DO IN LIFE NOW IS SOMETHING I CHOSE?
I GOTTA CHANGE BECAUSE I JUST CANT KEEP WALKING THE SAME RESERVATION ROAD.