The Same Reservation Road

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.