Dried Leaves

The X
Dried Leaves

"Sometimes I sit on the floor, when I imagine the police will knock on my door...
Sometimes my father hates my thoughts and always listen:
"Responsible, terrible, study? Rumm, incredible"...
Single words but consistently horrible.
My personality is strong, just think and hit you back.
His concern is not only I have funds in my check...
His fear was that I heard was "Pa-Pa" this shit...
Never been the type who sits and waits the shit hit the fan.
There are few times when you need to act like a man...
when you're just s kid, I could say that I'm a fan...
he loves my lyrics just to comfort my father...
while some motherfuckers want to bury me.
And I do not understand.
I never fucked with you, because you fuck me?
Maybe I did something, I know it, but you too played me.
I'm a necessary evil, you need to stick a needle deep into my marrow...
so I can take some of that evil.
I'm gasoline, and now my words are the spark.
I'm going to fire this fucking all, not walking to the park.
I'm here fighting to show who I am, stop this game.
Tried, convicted by all, I lost my real name.
So relax, I do not give a fuck about anything.
You can stay calm, I can get on top of the world.
You have never seen someone so crazy  words.
Call me an asshole, I'll fuck it up, is my work."