“Believe”
Jensen Reed

Verse 1

Broken wings sing the songs weaving through the night
And if it’s half past ten them I’m gonna see you to the truth tonight
I heard the fights, the rights of the righteous
The price people pay to pave the way when no one likes us
Inspiration costs about fifty pennies
And anyway you say it the relay it and get plenty
Semi-glazed, automatic, razor sharp edges
Maximize potential when you’re living in the trenches kid
I reminisce on the days when I had a funny feeling
Like it was meant to be the energy was at the ceiling
Stealing glimpses of the mind, all the planets in line
And Einstein’s theory nearly captured time
I finally had a reason to rhyme
And when the world watches over me
I’m gonna have a reason to shine
Grounded by the only thing that I can call my own
The music of my life is right here in this song

Chorus

Now you gotta believe what you’re saying
Yea you gotta believe in what you’re doing
Said you gotta believe when your back’s against the wall
Standing tall never fall you can have it all

Verse 2

I never second guessed myself but I always had a backup plan
Problem is the biz I’m in needs discipline, enlist demands
There’s no path and the fact remains
That there’s no set way to spit verses, sing the refrains
It’s insane when you write, it’s a fight ‘til the end
When you’re driven and you’re livin’ through
The sounds and the words in your pen
I gotta win…it’s only fair
I’ve been dreaming about this life since I was 10
But the deck of cards it ain’t always stacked to beat the house
Slimy pit bosses love your losses playing cat and mouse
With your hope, sliding down a slippery slope
I feel the noose closing tighter with the rope around my throat
Quote the coattails, whatever someone else would think would sell
Playing in a pile of cash, burning in hell
Because the songs that you write might make a million bucks
But that don’t mean they’re special
Throw the garbage on the truck

Chorus

Verse 3

Break down, shake down
Battle tested from my years on the grind
Ready for the takedown
Deeper shade of soul rocks the rhythm to the roll
Big drums hittin’ hard, time to take control of the story
What goes around comes around
Bangin’ up my head against the wall
Lens focused on the background
95% of what you hear might make a difference
If it’s spoken from a place that was true…good riddance
Innocence is lost, account for the cost
Credits and the debits show a profit double-crossed
But I’m not gonna be the one to give up all my time
When the line has been drawn, it’s a crime to be weak
The strong will survive through the words that speak
And I treat every day like a gift, no receipt
Pain is only temporary, pleading with the past
No returns, take this job and shove it up your ass

Chorus

Outro

Now you gotta believe baby
Said you gotta believe
Now you gotta believe baby
Said you gotta believe in me…