(Intro) ::
Every Wound Tells A Story!

(Talking) ::
Uh! Hold A Wounded Soul!

(Verse One) ::
Ayo! When I was young, I felt unimportant
I felt like my whole existence was distorted
Soul contorted, shoulda been aborted
But I was born in this prison flesh that felt morbid
Since I was a kid, I couldn't fit in
I wanted to belong, but was so forsaken within
You couldn't teach acceptance to me
Or the blessing of a dream, where in essence I was free
I always had nightmares - There's Michael Myers right there!
And Freddy scared me to death with his fright stare
Night air was one thing that felt perfect to me
But it urged me to sleep where evil lurked in grief
The person I seen in mirrors was my enemy
Little did I know, eventually he'd be a friend to me
But it took years! It took shedding these tears
Understanding my fears helped make me see clear
Uh!

(Chris and Chief Tecumseh)
When you rise in the morning,
Give thanks for the Light,
For your Life and Strength.
Give thanks for your Food, and for the Joy of Living.
If you see no reason to give thanks,
The fault lies in yourself.
Abuse No One and No Thing,
For abuse turns the Wise Ones to fools,
And robs the Spirit of it's Vision.

(Verse Two) ::
My teenage years, were even worse
I was a thievin' curse who reached deep in mama's purse
A troubled teen, with a disturbed mind
Who loved so deep, but murdered connections at the same time
Wishin I could change life and somehow be a cool kid
I wanted to sleep with more women than the dudes I went to school with
I wanted to be popular and not feel stupid
I realize now all those petty wants are straight foolish
But you couldn't tell me that then
Indoctrinated, so I felt punished for all my past sins
I was the one people laughed at, not laughed with
The behind my back tip that left my life saddened
On the edge of madness I peered down into no return
Death and blackness were endings for which my soul yearned
I used to pray to God, to kill me in my sleep.
But She didn't, and now people feel me when I speak.

(Chris and Chief Tecumseh) ::
When your Time comes to Die,
Be not like those who's Hearts are filled with fear of death.
So that when their time comes,
They weep, and pray, for just a few more days
To live their lives over again, in a different way
Sing your Death Song
And Die like a Hero going Home.

(Verse Three) ::
Now I'm 23, and plus I'm on parole
So many people helped me before I lost my soul.
My whole perspective changed; I now know my purpose
Give my life as Sacrifice and Truly Be of Service.
Let these Words Hit; they Flourish and Nourish
They sink in dirt mixed with water, penetrating Earth's surface
Bursting through the clouds, straight into the Universe
And I put my truths, into each verse, uh!
And who could be? Who could see? Who could Love me?
If you told me I was Beautiful, I told you I was ugly
Hug me, don't leave me, just please be easy
I'm delicate like weak rose petals in a wind that's breezy
And I know that I'm so not a perfect man
I'm still feelin the pain that I've caused with these hands
One day I hope to be able to look back and laugh
And find Peace in these Scars that Hurt just like wrath, UH!