I gotta say something...

Mustering up the courage inside, to call the world on all of it's bullshit and lies.
Putting my pen to my pad and watching my thoughts seeping through to the page,
Like a troubled youth with a can of spray, looking for words he's bin trying to say.
Frustrated by communication, he finds a blank canvas on the side of a building, or maybe a train.
 
I gotta say something...

If only there was a place were I could say what I want to say, without  fear judgement or sent away.
A place were I would be celebrated for sharing my joy, my depression, my cowardice, my pain,
Where I can be REAL, and not restrained by chains.
 
I gotta say something...

Come and watch, come and listen and say what you want SO your ideas and thoughts don’t haunt what you want.