I cant lie
I've pain raining down the poetry so hard
That I need a tic-tac
Correction, ticp-tac, from retail to wholesale
Skup the sample tray
Walk to the front of the store and out the back
to the warehouse
And where am I - at your house
I want my words to express your feelings,
your thoughts, your aspirations, your pain, your fears
and ultimately your triumphs, your goals
And your inconsistencies into victories
Because what is success
If you are not there to share it with me