Just Me

I don't have the beats

Just the words

I'm lyrical

Not chemical

Sometimes spiritual

Try to be hysterical

Hoping for a miracle

But I did not pay taxes

So now I'm a criminal

I live to die

I run to hide

I eat to survive

I sleep to dream

I have sex to feel

I write to be real

I write from my imagination

Life is the inspiration

Love is just a word

Sex is a game

Breathing is not free

I have been judged

I have been convicted

I have been sentenced

So many rumors so many lies

I live to die

I run to hide

I eat to survive

I sleep to dream

I have sex to feel

I write to be real

As long as I have a pen

I will leave you with a grin

Or force a tear down your cheek

My words will not make you weak

Just make you think

Together with a piece of paper

Will help you remember

The chills you had

The life you live

The choices you make

I live to die

I run to hide

I eat to survive

I sleep to dream

I have sex to feel

I write to be real

Just don't make that one mistake

Of not trying again