Antic Outlaw & J-Link - Regrets

Think it's all over
Place your hand over your heart
Feel that
That's called purpose
You're alive for a reason
Don't give up
Though you have a block of uncertainty
You can sculpt a warrior out of that block
It makes for the perfect superhero story

My emotions make waves move in the ocean
Explosions over the coast leave me hoping
Maybe one last swing would leave the US open
Regrets of a past still willing to scope in
However long it last
Till my pencil is dull in the back of the class
Looking out the window like really how long could it last
That ís when I close my eyes and travel back
To a place much happier than my past
But that ís what made you intact
Open my eyes, a written rap
Looks like my thoughts are writing back
So, to whomever, this may concern
Step to close to the fire
Just let it burn
Caught me swerving through every turn
No bourbon here just lessons learned
Can't steer clear of the stress
Papers helped me see them burn
Like grandmas ashes on my mantle in the urn
Do I ever see the respect I feel I've earned
One day my message will see its turn
Until then, just watch it burn

Oh, heavens gotta know
So cold living on your own
Never had a place to call my home
Thoughts race
Set in stone
Outta place, so I guess I gotta go out alone no, no, no

This is where I formally say
I'm sorry to watch you go
Just another statistic
Sorry, just the way it goes
To me, you were more than that
Why didn't he speak up
Ma'am, you can wipe the floor with that
Or you can get Dee's nuts
Before you explore the other side of happy
What really is it actually
To say ones happy
This cat has seen more action than seats at a chapel
No, not one of the brightest apples
Always kept it real with no appeal that's factual
Parents argued a lot
Maybe he forgot who he was, grabbed the Glock just because
This boy wanted some love as we see him drop
So, as a brother not his friend gave me this watch
Said if time should ever stop
I'll watch over you every second I got
Talked about how he misses his grandma a lot
Street lights go out
Should I blame myself
Calling out for help
In your days of declining health
I hope you found peace in yourself

Oh, heavens gotta know
So cold living on your own
Never had a place to call my home
Thoughts race
Set in stone
Outta place, so I guess I gotta go out alone no, no, no

Written by:
David Lincoln

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