I'm on this love trip,
maybe I'm traveling this road
so I won't slip.
Life gets rough at times,
foolish people make you almost
want to commit crimes.
They treat you like you owe 'm,
make you want to throw'em.
If I stay in this love zone,
maybe I won't try to pick bone.

Life might be better,
continuing to write this love letter.
During my life I've learned,
love is better than crash and burned.
Hate makes the inner foe worse,
the devil wants us under his curse.

I made it through the throw zone,
all my confrontation fear is gone.
But everyday I traveled,
comfrontation unraveled.
It's just nice knowing,
my decisions aren't in
the fist throwing.
My being's out of the wind blowing.

G