Good Wood

Sometimes i feel so tired, sometimes i feel so sick and i wanna take my body and put it into a box
i can resist too many things, but sometimes my animal soul wanna go out and through away all arround me, my voice wanna scream as loud as a thunder and i do, but in my enviroment of expresion

i hate when people compares things, i'm me and nobody is the same way that i am
i meet a nice guy but he doesn't my buddy you know
being a nice guy sometimes people forget that when they're playing with fire they can burn them hands, i don't wanna burn nobody, but if someone try to play me is better that think at least twice

now i have to put some straight lines in the field, like my axe when i made good wood to the fire