Why do I write?
Why do I breathe?
Why do I fight?
Why do babies teeth?

It's the circle of life
It's just how things go
A man grows up, finds a wife
If you don't cut your hair you'll grow a fro

You have to find a way to be creative
Just let it all out
Be innovative
Know what you're all about

Laugh and smile
Cry and frown
Go the extra mile
And never back down

So why do I write?
It lets me be me
It helps me to break free
And reach to the sky like a big oak tree