On a night like tonight
no matter how much I try
there is always a stone that is tough to come by.
Got a lot to say,
got a bunch on my plate.
No matter how much you say know that I am not OK.
These issues in my mind,
pocket full of shine
but the answer is always hard to find.
Common ground or common sense,
I know I'm not alone in this,
it is safe to say we have all lost our innocence.
And the older we get the more we turn insane,
and the more we complain,
about the things we can't tame.
Why can't we get along,
get well together my brother, my sister, my soul,
and everyone else we belong.
Keeping it real, tight-knit,
tight grip, no fists, open grips, we exist
thank you for making me part of the clique.
Counting my blessings one day at a time,
cuz I know everyone feels the same as I
and that at the end of the day we will all survive.
