Organize// Average Joe

Organizer Someone come and organize Someone try and fix my life Someone come and ease my mind Someone help me see things right It ain’t like I committed crimes Against Skyrim and her folks alike Nah I really ain’t that kind Everything bout my truck Is stock cause it sucks It barely runs as it is Done wasting money on it Cruising through America Throwing my roots down Wherever I’m landing Where Jesus is still King Love it when the haters hate Napping on my plate Saying I’m a disgrace Nothing but a mistake Haha The only thing Special bout me Is the fact That I won’t back Down from a fight Ready to take flight You’re gonna see me soaring With a problem of landing With success expanding Checkmate crown me Lunch time hungry Power lines Raising pride Hundreds of Unwritten songs Scraps of notes Laid along All over my man cave All over my truck space Bout a grand worth of ideas Struggling to make sense A scrambled kind of mind With a need to be organized Let me break the news to you There’s been an opening Still waiting for someone to Come and help a friend De- railed too many times Getting tired of running wild Wish I knew what path I’m on Or if I’m wasting time with the songs Somebody help me organize Before I lose my mind -Joe McCreary- 9/12/22-