When I was young I used to cry   and looking back I don’t know why   I bore it like the world upon my back.   I know that I was not alone   facing hearts of stone about to crack.      They came at me with taunts and jibes,   but thankfully the guns and knives   were always someone else’s hell to bear.   I guess I’ll never understand   why pain makes me a man   and I don’t care.      I was always singing on the inside.      You can’t wait forever-   It’s only now or never   -later’s just when consequences come.   You play what you’ve been booking,   you eat what you’ve been cooking.   You can’t keep the devil on the run.   Later’s just when consequences come.      Well I’ll never be that boy again   but I thank God that I’m the man   that boy became, he’s part of who I am.   I made it out alive   but so many don’t survive to say the same.      So roll the dice,   take your chances, pay the price   ’cause every rock you throw   is coming back at you.   My guns are made of lengthy songs   but others sing through homemade bombs.   I’m glad I picked the sweeter tune.      I was always singing on the inside.      It’s never too soon to say I’m sorry.   It’s never too late to say I’ll be your friend.   It’s never too late to tell someone not to worry.   ‘Cause you never know if never’s going to be the end.