Sense over Cents

A lot could be said in a minute
A lot could be done on the scrimmage

I don't really make cents, but I make sense bro

Suicidal, who if I know
Can present a cure or medicine for this mess?
Who entitled, due to vital
Lessons learned can bring amends for my death?
Homicidal, with a bridle probably could guide me down to my rest
But denial filled with prideful enemies of my own mind, I will tend to

As I'm feeling alone
I don't really got a bone to claim, true
No shoulder to lean on
To share the simple issues I go through

What's the point to keep going on?
If I'm just a random spark in your eyes oo
Gotta know the beat to go on
But that'll never come without no preview

Find integrity to take a step
On reality to really set
All my values on the one who bless
Never looking at the one who gets
Living hard to gain a peaceful death
Hearing nothing as I grow to fall
Want to learn on how to even crawl

I don't wanna be that simple guy
I just wanna live to truly die
I don't wanna sit with mourns and cries
That be blinding me from different lies
I don't wanna share the lullabies
That just guides me to never try
I don't want to show you wicked lies
That you bring as truth to other minds

I don't really wanna be alone
But your company I don't condone
Rather solitude than funny bones
What is life without death to be known?
What is love without his death atoned?
All our guiltiness to leave to roam
To the hearts of those who's filled with stones yea

I don't really make cents, but I make sense bro