STORY TO BE TOLD

I licked envelopes, wrote a letter to the Pope. He never gave me rope in the times I Couldn't cope. He never gave me rope in the Times I couldn't cope. They cleaned up the dirt and censored my scope. The writing on the walls being beaten to a Pulp. The writing on the walls being beaten to A pulp. All I ever wanted was my story To be told. All I ever wanted was my Story to be told. I never got struck by something in my core. I never took back that joint I rolled. What happened now to that truth I told? Do they all roll, live and die in the Cold? All I ever wanted was my story to Be told. All I ever wanted was my story To be told. Skateboard Rock, a lightning bolt. It's dropping on them, but it ain't their fault. It's dropping on them, but it ain't their fault. And maybe I am too, but it needs to Be told. All I ever wanted was my story To be told. All I, all I ever wanted Was my story to be told.