I’m going crazy with my craft just like Doctor Mannette
Bury my shoe making tools cause I won’t stop until my death
I have made too many songs that just wasted my breath
But now it’s gonna change cause I’m hopping out the nest
I write what I want because Ronge is my book
I don’t care if an old man gives me a bad look
Cut my hands off tear my tongue out and burn me alive
Cause I write what I want and you read what I write

I’ve been changing how I see things hear things also how I’m being
I’ve been really lustful lazy hateful and got really greedy
But I’m done with all of that put the past inside the trash
Drop a tear like a leaf leaving a tree onto the grass
I have always been real negative even though I’m blessed
And I have always been real lustful but I’ll fight until it’s dead
I have asked the man that made the world to help me with my life
I should listen to him more because he is always right

I’ve been locked up in my tower just like Doctor Mannette
Away from the beauty of the world by many steps
I’ve become a lost creature a famished traveler
Wisdom was there waiting for me but I walked right passed her
Let in a little light I must bear it if you let it in
I can’t enjoy my work if I can’t see it cure my blindness
Thank you for your visit I appreciate the kindness
Having people check in with me brings my heart excitement

I’ve been tryna change my heart because it’s been a little cold
And I am praying like I’m gonna die soon enter my grave bold
There are many things I lack but the almighty’s got my back
And I’m gonna see him when I’m buried dead and that’s a fact
Wait.. before you listen to more of my music listen don’t hear
And see don’t look feel when you touch and think before you judge
Then you might truthfully know what’s up

I’ve been locked up in my tower just like Doctor Mannette
I’m going crazy with my craft just like Doctor Mannette
I’ve been locked up in my tower just like Doctor Mannette
I’m going crazy with my craft just like Doctor Mannette

I’m going crazy with my craft just like Doctor Mannette
Bury my shoe making tools cause I won’t stop until my death
I have made too many songs that just wasted my breath
But now it’s gonna change cause I’m hopping out the nest
I write what I want because Ronge is my book
I Don’t care if an old man gives me a bad look
Cut my hands off tear my tongue out and burn me alive
Cause I write what I want and you read what I write