Peep. Pull. Tell me I should try to start writing songs
They say that I could make money writing all these wrongs
I don’t really think that anybody seems to understand
I don’t do this to make money, I do it for the things I stand
Nothing that I’ve done has been done to make dime or dollar piece
Nothing that I’ve done has been done to be more than my release
Every word I write at night is written to alleviate
The pain I feel, it’s how I heal, I don’t care if you think it’s great
Or if you think it’s anything that you would buy and start to read
Because there’s not a lot in life that I can say I truly need
Give me someone I can trust and share all of my secrets with
Who won’t just sit there judge and make me wish that I’dev pled the fifth
Make it simple, make it right
And when we all lay down at night
It matters not what we have read
For that which matters, shares our bed
Take tonight; appreciate
Make things right and shed the hate
Love, it’s there to hold onto
Let go the world, as it guides you
How the World Should Work 