Paid for the paper
Hand me a pen
I'll be writing home now
Heaven sent
Whoa someone found me
And I need not repent
Arise with the tide
See the see like I meant
Grew up in lion city
Grew old under your wing
Biting the hand that fed me
Tracing scars
I'm on the brink
Oh pains of youth and grains of truth
Fortune, forfeits, it's all for you
Through force of hand I understand
And as a man I comprehend
Yeah as a man I comprehend
Yet somehow never took a stand
I just followed like a sheep
But damn these waters run so deep
In the kitchen, cut and cook
On a mission, deeper looks
At the piano, sweeter hooks
Ain't no such thing as half way crooks