1 in Million Shot, sounds like I'm up, hose once ib life times I love most.
Seems all my days and regardless of what’s the names
The everquick result pole position I am rushed
No reason to prendtend I don’t like it,
In white hot spotlight I shine the best.
I am the guy, those others seem always relied
As long as I felt needed and not just constant bleeding I was fine
But sooner or later it happens every time.
Needs grow into wants and wans to whines
Pushed pulled and not a breath of slack in the line
Until I can’t hold me back against evil inside
The words cease my action leave em cryin
I WAS A CRUTCH NOT A KICKSTAND
I WAS A PARK BENCH, NOT A SOFA BED.
I AM THE ROCK, WHERE THE HARD PLACE LANDS
I AM THE ROCK, WHERE FOLKS CAN STAND
I AM A CRUTCH, BUT NOT A KICKSTAND
The 1 to always carry the torch, N B given the Spy Glass for seeing.
Looking out into the future while others so far In Back mostly missing.
Occasionally may ask what I see in the path,
As is always the case, care fades leave me alone 2 stand.
Then Safety Yields, while Anger weilds the sword,
Left alone N 4 Granted seed of Hate grown and take hold,
Your Sands of Time Has Caslised my skin made my site blind,
To the Black Hearted Soul Eating Angel of Death I was Designed.
I was your CRUTCH not a Fuckin Kickstand
I was a meal for eating not fields to plow feast’s in.
I was a soft place to land Not a constant Kickstand
I was ready to Die to Protect you and do any and everything
Then while I slept My wings were Amputated
And now you feel the pain
I was a CRUTCH mutherfucks not a kickstand
A breath of air to sustain u not the air to u constantly consume
Now I am gone and the crutch u needed to be under during the siege ur doomed.
ThaSociallyInsanePoet
C.PAT Paxton
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