Alba s touto skladbou:
Love & Hate,
Live at Bethrayer Meatfly Fest 2009,
Individual Thought Patterns,
The End of Life,
Sign of the Winner ,
Few Against Many,
Lady Croissant,
Destiny,
Wings of Destiny,
Submodalities,
My destiny was large from the day I picked up the mic it was written in the stars.
The day that I was born my father knew when he held me in his arms.
Looked into my eyes, I sang my first melody came out as a cry.
30 years have past and for the very first time.
I realize I pour my life into every single line.
I write until I die and I've arrived in a place where I am fine.
'Cause 27 years ago I learned how to survive.
Why my fucking mother left and dad was always high.
The powers never on the bill was never on time.
But I somehow learned to shine.
Through the darkest nights I found the will to stay alive,
now everytime you see me you gotta look up to the sky.
The story of a boy who showed the world that he can fly.
And it's nice to know that I've made it home.
But it's safe to say that I'm all alone.
So here I go, here I am, without you, without them.
But it's nice to know that I've made it home.
I made it home, I made it home.
I'm sorry dad I never meant to hurt you anyway.
Watching me running from the police up on the free way.
I bet you never thought I'd end up on the news.
Headline redicules murderer on lose.
Dude, that's something I'd never do.
The skewed view of the news leaving out the fucking truth.
Of what actually happened God damn it, it was what I had to do.
Defend a friend's honor but I refuse to lose so I choose abuse as a muse.
Interrogation room but I refuse to spew any information too.
I'm a mute and I will use my right to remain booed.
I will never talk to red and blue to a jail cell I was to, oh.
I had to eat their fucking soup.
Look over my shoulder everytime I eat my food.
Praying for the day that they will let me out soon.
'Cause these boots are made for walking and that's exactly what I'll do.
And it's nice to know that I've made it home.
But it's safe to say that I'm all alone.
So here I go, here I am, without you, without them.
But it's nice to know that I've made it home.
I made it home, I made it home.
Climbed so many mountains in my life.
I've come to realize if I fight.
I've climbed so many mountains in my life.
I've come to realize I will fight.
This goes out to any kid that's listening and dwindling away from the world.
Curled up in a ball and then distancing themselves.
Because they feel like everyone's out to hurt them.
I'm here to help with this burden.
I am not perfect but I'm learning to be better.
So if I can help a kid that's in a struggle that juggles.
With his troubles to break out his fucking bubble.
Remove the fucking muzzle hustle out of the rubble.
Put the pieces back to the puzzle even if it's subtle I'm humbled.
I'm not as bad as you think I'm begging and pleading for you to believe me it stinks.
That everyone around me thinks that I'm a fucking machein without a heart beat.
But contrary to popular belief I've got a heart in this chest.
And all I want is the best for everybody but it's hard when I obsess over stress.
Anxiety stricken flashing visions of prison that I surpress.
My hands start shaking over my quickness of breath.
Cold sweat no regrets though it's time to fucking let go.
Of all the pain I've harbored I am better I will revel.
In the thought of leaving put my peddle to the metal.
People I will let know sold my soul back from the devil.
I will no longer eat your soup or look over my shoulder everytime I eat my food.
'Cause today is the day you will let me go too.
'Cause these boots are made for walking and that's exactly what I'll do.
And it's nice to know that I've made it home.
But it's safe to say that I'm all alone.
So here I go, here I am, without you, without them.
But it's nice to know that I've made it home.
And it's nice to know that I've made it home.
But it's safe to say that I'm all alone.
So here I go, here I am, without you, without them.
But it's nice to know that I've made it home.
I made it home, I made it home.
I made it home.
