History

There's alot of history inked in my tattoos. There's alot of misery, alotta things I wish I didn't do. But regrets are for those unprepared for the truth. Unprepared for the road ahead but that's not me or you. We come from stronger stuff, a rarer breed, polished clean by Jesus, whiskey and river streams. Wake and bake on my hopes and dreams. Keeps me in the race till I can spread my wings. A phoenix from the ashes there's no taming me. Take my cues from diviner wisdom than they could ever teach. Beware the snakes, the bend the breaks; the toothless fears that can mercilessly consume. But no one can kill what you create, today is just the clay make it what you will. Make it beauty, make it truth, peaceful or a thrill. Just don't forget you are art brought forth from the dust. Don't let em judge your flaws or scars those add shade and depth brush strokes done with love. Reciprocate pass it on and we could share a better home. Burn the bridges to the system, there's a better path we could be on. But what do I know I'm just an architect of these poetry and songs.