My son, Tim, continues to amaze me with his lyrics, raps and beats. Here is one of his latest, a very honest, searching and introspective piece. It definitely has his trademark style and sounds a bit street but that is the idea, after all. I think I need to encourage his writing even more.
i look to the light all i do is wince,
been a creature of the night ever since,
heard stories of god, satan and angels,
from a million different views and angles,
can’t say the kid in the manger is a stranger,
but he doesn’t help much to quell my anger,
so i yell i got a soul to sell any takers?
i’m curious at this point who is my maker?
or am i born to earth to work the dirt,
and return the same as my birth,
and start over again this cycle of sin,
until i repent learn some lesson and win,
penance as a being worth freeing within,
or be sentenced to hell in the end,
forced to fend for myself and begin,
eternity in flames with all of my kin,
try and as i might can’t see the light,
open my eyes seems black as any night.