Hold On

I got tears on my sleeves, hold on And holes in these jeans, hold on I haven't slept in weeks, hold on I haven't found no peace, hold on I get mighty tired, hold on And these tears run dry, hold on Two bloodshot eyes, hold on Two bloodshot eyes I don't belong here in the place where life has left me I'm 25 going on 150 My body feels old and I'm trying to lift the Weight from my soul but it's moving against me I've emptied out my tear ducts, I lift my middle finger up I'm screaming, "fuck you" to all the demons here that keep me stuck The pain is sharp like paper cuts I hate them much but yes I trust I must combust, I must blow up And muster all this courage up Boom, sparks fill the room, I'm feeling the rhythm, I move My soul is more worn than the soles in my shoes Nike trainer blues, a man with none to lose I think I lost my sanity, calamity ensues Poor choice make up, I'll rip out the pages of faith And I'll roll them up like rizla paper, Descartes Lung full of destiny, a man with no path is a very strange entity Tears on my sleeves, hold on And holes in these jeans, hold on I haven't slept in weeks, hold on I haven't found no peace, hold on I get mighty tired, hold on And these tears run dry, hold on Two blood shot eyes, hold on Two bloodshot eyes Do you ever question your fate (huh?) The questions I make Is this all predetermined, the script or a play? Am I the protagonist in this tragedy? Or will I be the author of stories unmade? If so, I'll dip in my quill to my ink pot Keep on writing, never stop until my beating heart it flops I'll write a whole different story Seen one a boy full of hope, a boy full of glory Who st-st-st-stutters, I'm at-at I would rather be tougher Than live it smoothly like butter but not so bitter, ricotta But so I sit up and shut up, it's like I a little bit struck up The courage never to fuck up and now I'm feeling the ruckus Feeling the static and now I'm feeling the flames And now I'm feeling the strength inside the room with my pain My boxing gloves are my hope that I trust to bust an uppercut Cut my demons up (what?) Boom like a tsunami, smooth like a poonani Bending words like origami, Salvador I'll be the Dali Only love like Bob Marley, golden ticket, call me Charlie Riding Harley, Bengali Tiger style, call me Arnie (I'll be back) And I cut the slack, track your back, relax your inner beast And then seek your inner peace And I'll reach the canopy's and yes we climbing Building a brave new world inside a whole new designing With all this fire we burn like the sun A new dawn is rising, the new dawn it come Yah, diggity diggity down with all these corporation They burn up the land for the greed that they run Runs deep with the roots but their roots can be lifted I'll be a renegade, yes I'll make a fist kid Tried to seek truth in the kingdom of lies A boy so lost with two bloodshot eyes Tears on my sleeves, hold on And holes in these jeans, hold on I haven't slept in weeks, hold on I haven't found no peace, hold on I get mighty tired, hold on And these tears run dry, hold on Two bloodshot eyes, hold on Two bloodshot eyes Hold on Hold on Hold on Two bloodshot eyes Two bloodshot eyes (hold on)