To be You.

To live on the tip of happiness. 

To not self-destruct, no matter how mad I get.

To be the person I was destined to be. 

To dig deep into my memories,

And let go of my violent tendencies. 

To accept the fact that everyone who lives, will surely die. 

To build a wooden stair case and march to the sky. 

Just to wipe the tears from my grandma's big brown eyes. 

To forgive myself, for the lives I've destroyed on the road to Wealth.

To understand that everyone won't understand-

The irrational actions of a broken hearted man.

To look evil in the eyes,

And tell em' God has a plan.

If only you knew what it Took.

To save the damaged soul of a crook. 

To understand the thing your better at then anyone,

Is being yourself.

To be me.