A Heart Made Of Gold?
I was sad as a child
I didn't wanna go on living
As a teen I was real rowdy and wild
I was far beyond driven
My mamma didn't take it mild
All the pain she was given
After the night my heart was styled
To my mamma I just wouldn't listen
Cards against me stacked and piled
Due to not having any kind of vision
Insanity was the case to be filed
It was hard for my momma to make that decision
At the age of fifteen
I hit the roads grit and grime
I wanted to see those sights unseen
Even if it meant commiting a crime
I set out to do those things unclean
It was hard for me to make a dime
I wasn't fit for the the in-scene
So I ran with the worst of slime
Begging for bread like a machine
Hustling anyone who'd give me the time
This was to become my daily routine
My never ending mountain to climb
I made my way home
After livin' six years on the run
All over the country I spent time to roam
My soul felt as though it weighed a ton
So I let a head doctor mess with my dome
I wanted to make sense of all I've seen and done
I let the doctor know I was struck by the moon during the peak of its gloam
I let the doctor know the pain I felt while missing the rays of the sun
The doctor went over the case with a fine tooth comb
He found me to be a lunatic that should never own a gun
Together we set out to put some meaning and rhyme to a fatal poem
Sad to say the doctor and I didn't always see as one
Time and again
I went back on the road
To live a life burdened with sin
On my mind spirits have tugged and towed
Sending my head for a spin
After all the bad seed I've sow'd
When it comes to my confession I don't know where to begin
I ramble on to loosen the load
Knowing by my lifestyle I'm cutting it thin
Leaving me with no ground to hold
When it comes to being like my kin
And keeping a heart of gold
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