I'm not a writer at all, but lately my mind has been all over the place. Working 12-hour shifts I have a lot of time to think. Sitting here bored out of my mind some things just came to, opened notepad and started typing. It might not even make sense, I don't know. I quickly named it Directions. Growing pains are tough Especially when the economy is pretty rough It could be worse locked in some cuffs Sometimes we just feel like we're not enough So why am I sitting here having these thoughts? Second-guessing the things that I bought as I get out of bed with these eyes so red I write down my mind never thinking I could become this kind I take my time I'm trying to rhyme but my hand on this paper is all over the place I can't even look at my face I believe it's time to lay low Grab a .45 to make one final blow Clinging on as I lay down in these rows Church bells ring as he says, "Son, it's time to go."