Myself
 

i be myself-
when it comes to everything-
and recreate myself-
through the words that i bring/

to this computer screen-
i ex-press myself like fed-ex/
through the language of scripted text-
(and it's a beautiful thing/)

when my life seems to be a mess-
it's when i compose my best-
even when it's life or death-
(i'm still the undeniable king/)

when my money is getting low-
because the work is looking slow-
and it's to the unemployment i'm about to go-
(i'm still working toward my dreams/)

i guess cause i'm myself-
and i'm realizing what i'm worth/
is not on the outside
but the inside-
i can take everything in stride/

provided that i-
never giving into the ways of massive/
strings of insane beliefs-
laced on the guitar of disaster/

plucking the notes-
of guilt and fear
bannishing the hope/
and the ability to know-
that sound changes everywhere you go/

also from fast to slow-
loud and soft/
i guess what i'm really trying to say-
is every moment seize the day/

cause everything don't remain the same forever-
and so i'm writing this lyrical letter-
to say everything is possible to those whose know there better/

than what
they think they are-
bright shining stars/
giving light-
to brighten our tomorrow