On Blast

I have a death wish

I wish death would

I'm falling into a landing

to life I'm demanding

deliver to me my dreams

while I'm still standing

August is near

I done 1 more year + 50

can you here me

have you seen me

the black didn't crack

it just died and came back

I survived all the stabs in my back

took a lot off of those I love

and never once

did I fight back

or plan a counter attack

upped and walked

with my bags packed

some said come back

but I couldn't do that

see we never know what we had

until we wake up and realize that

they weren't so bad

I carved my way to the top

from jotting words on a pad

I left them standing

with there hand out

too bad

don't be sad

thanks for coming

here's my autograph