Project Lyrics

I don't wanna run away

But it's getting hard for me to stay

Pressure building all up in my brain

But I don't want to give it any real estate

Kinda feeling like I'm just a fake

But people mad that I don't stay the same

Got these warriors in comments saying

"Stay inside the box that we have built for you and never change"

Track sounding like a circus beat

Pretty fitting, all eyes are on me as I attempt a feat

Of strength, of guts, of will, of luck, I've had enough

You don't even know the half of me

You don't

Had a guy the other day say don't listen to me

He's only twenty-two, he hasn't experienced anything

I guess he thinks that life experience is IEDs

Down range fire fights all being drown out by a child's screams

Haven't been in any fire fights

But I've been the child praying for his mama's life

Holding little sisters while my daddy cries

I'm just trying to get you all inside my mind

Holding a body by the street light

Saying, Mama, if you hear me, open your eyes

Had a feeling but I still denied

Knew the answer I would get, I saw the warning signs

I know I could just leave it all behind

Sweep it under the rug another time

Keep on going, keep on living life

Keep on marching

"Your mama was home when you left," right?

Am I doing anything important?

Every day I get a letter saying "thank you for this," yeah

"You're really helping my PTSD."

And then the next day get a letter about my family

Saying that they're gonna come and harm them

I don't take that as a joke, so let this be your warning

Over both our dead bodies will you ever touch one

Six feet's a small price to pay to keep you from them

I don't wanna run away

But it's getting hard for me to stay

Pressure building all up in my brain

I don't want to give it real estate

Kind of feeling like I'm just a fake

People mad that I don't stay the same

Got these warriors in comments saying

"Stay inside the box we made for you and never change"

I could make cinematic masterpieces and sell them

Cause I write them better

But I am not here to impress some director

I'm writing letters

To every veteran, soldier, marine, airman, sailor

I know that you're hearing me.

You hearing me?

I'm not trying to go for a viral clip, or write all generic for movie scenes

I am aware of the fact, there are people who're going through all the same things as me

But if we don't talk about it, or even offer solutions or therapy

People continue to go their own way while demons are trying to persuade us

But we'll keep pushing for today, rely on our faith, and

("Stick to the cadences!")

I am not running away

I am not running away

Standing my ground

I am not afraid of change

I am not afraid of change

I'm buckling down

I'm giving everything

I'm giving everything

I'm coming in loud

You're underestimating me

You're underestimating me

Tell them about it

Am I even in the right state of mind?

Stuck in '13, thought I could have saved her

Now a Soldier

Thinking that I haven't done enough until a combat patch is on my shoulder

When I get it, I'll set another goal I know ain't realistic

Who needs the hate, 'cause I know I'm my biggest critic

Am I doing anything important?

Every day I get a letter saying "thank you for this," yeah

"You're really helping my PTSD"

And then the next day get a letter bout my family

I am not running away

I am not afraid of change

I'm giving everything

You're underestimating me