I was a kid from the south, they called me country
Teasing me in Baltimore, thinking they could taunt me
But I never laid a hand on anyone first
Words were my weapon, they could be a curse
Fighting all the time, defending my name
But I learned that words could bring just as much pain

Now at 68 years old, I've learned a thing or two
I can handle anything, my words sharp and true
Like a sword, they cut deep, don't mess with me
I'll have you questioning yourself, just wait and see

I may be old, but my mind is sharp as a tack
My ink pen is my weapon, I'll always fight back
Disrespect me, and you'll feel my wrath
I'll use words on you, leave you in a bloodbath
So remember, think twice before you come my way
This old man's got a new thing to say

Now at 68 years old, I've learned a thing or two
I can handle anything, my words sharp and true
Like a sword, they cut deep, don't mess with me
I'll have you questioning yourself, just wait and see

My past may have been tough, but I've grown strong
Words are my shield, my armor all along
I may be from the south, but I'm a force to be reckoned with
Don't underestimate me, I'll leave you in a myth

Now at 68 years old, I've learned a thing or two
I can handle anything, my words sharp and true
Like a sword, they cut deep, don't mess with me
I'll have you questioning yourself, just wait and see

So remember, when you come my way
This old man's got a new thing to say
Don't test me, I'll leave you in a bind
My words are my power, and they're one of a kind.
© Nate