Venting

Just venting from the soul on a saturday night.

I'm a simple soul from a concrete jungle

While most are cocky I love to be humble

Came from a place where violence was regular

Grew up in the church but became so secular

Maybe I strayed from the path of righteousness but I have my reasons

Looking at times of my life in the analogy of seasons

My whole life was cold so I guess it was winter

No one to count on dissapointment was my center

No place to escape to and no place to run

I sit in deep thought under the sun

From the bottom of my heart I truly understand pain

Stuck at rock bottom with nothing to gain

I lose understanding of the weight of my life

Gamble with it balancing it on the sharp edge of a knife

Feeling too down to earth for most

Startin a revolution but not to boast

But because I need a change in my life...

But until then I renew my dedication to greatness

And perservere until my guilty conscience is weightless