1800 and a mind clean..
Thinking about right and wrong
As I write down in my phone
Got me all in my zone
It's when I rather be alone
When the words run wild I'm my head
Can't find sleep no need for the bed
New York raised, born and Fed
Always a leader never to be led
When I'm all in my head
I write the things that can't be said
You can choke on the knowledge like dry bread
Waiting for another who can handle my truth,will be long since dead.