There is a small circle in which I live Back and forth we choose to give Never a question about your need Our tribe, sharing the same seed.
We ran and we played all though the hood Doing things we shouldn’t and things that we should Over fences, through ditches we made our way That's how children played back in the day.
I’m from Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio; my late uncle Gene owned a 6 and one half-acre cabin in Bath Township, Ohio. Jeffery Dahmer is around my age – his home was in Bath Township.
Shiny and proud, the color of red The most beautiful crayon in the box, some said Used to color rainbows, roses and lips Used so often she rounded her tip.
There are many things that you can take Which don’t belong to you Possessions and choices, just to name a few.
The day Roe was overturned, I wrote the song, "When You Were Mine." ~ thanks for listening.
Marching in a rally, gathered for a cause Fearful of assault weapons, causing me to pause One loaded lunatic can mow down several souls Vowing to make a difference, going to the polls.
For you parents afraid to drop your kids off at school ~ I get it For you gun owners who practice safety, ~ I appreciate it For you Musicians who are looking for gigs ~ I get it For you teachers – man, what a situation you’re in ~ I honor you! For you who stay and fight – donate, march and speak out ~ Rock On!!! For those of you leaving ~ hey I get it ~ no judgment here For those of you undecided ~ I urge you, please decide! For those of you angry ~ get a pet ~ unconditional love is underrated For those of you who don’t vote ~ I totally don’t get it
School bells ring; change from class to class No one knew that it would be the last Bloody backpacks, strewed on the floor Unprepared, as the gunman entered the door.
I still feel like a bear slowly coming out of hybernation.