i could be good...

Envisions of pain tattooed in my brain
Decisions to abstain from behavior so vain
Precision in my work while I still remain sane
Divisions in the domain of what I have yet to gain
Detained by the rain
I’m drowning in disdain
Collisions of my thoughts and feelings I can’t explain
But I’ve maintained to contain my profane side within me
While I refrain from the inane actions that have been me
I must regain the strength to retain lifes length
And until what I’ve obtained is greater than what I have yet to gain
I won’t stop until I go insane
From sippin on Champagne or ran train in the hood
I’m like a Great Dane trying to be humane
I remain misunderstood
Restrained by misconceptions that could be good
But stuck in this mundane world that should be good
I could be good, I wish for your sake I would be good…