I can't help to think that
when i see people living on the street
that they could be the future me and
their past filled with artistrywe made the same discovery
that we could be like gravity
pushing us down constantly
controlling our everything
but if everything in lfie
is navigated by
dead presisdent unbound to die
broke
and early
because the world is whirling
with or without us
and the idea of god will alwasy be a wolf in the forrest
here we dont know who to trust
or who to believe
so we trade our soul for money
because money is power
who's really in control when every hour isn't ours
subcouciously altering our personality
as we strive for safety but sttle for job security
or on the daily people break their fingers back
for a chance at a big break when theyre already broken to begin with
and a new start is an old method
of a business tactic to keep your feet planted
its all a trick just to get you to stay
theres no way they can say it straight to your face
that you're a slave to the (cave?)
and that your future's at risk
and if you don, t leave now you may never get out
of the soul trap
and i feel so low and i don't know if theres any coming back
and i dont know if i can keep my ideas intact
after all the tax
after all the percentages
my 99 problems that 99 percent of my creativity will never exist
that you won't never be able to see because of my financial bounds
for maintaining a real life when I'm out of town its like I'm split into two and only half is allowed
and only half is allowed to have himself figured out
and the other half of me is stessing now
fuck
and i end up
paying every cent into every month it makes no sense to me
where it all goes
i just know
that is does
and the best (?) is the one they have you build
and the best way to sell your soul is just to pay your bills
in due time time will be due
when (?) is the only currency universally miss used
think about it how of your life in spent clocked in but mentally chekced out
and how many checks are missing on you bucket list
youre working for the weekend you should be working for the reason to escape the bounds
how can you understand the world if you never see it
same goes for yourself
what better way to know your life than to leave it
im talking to myself but finally i fucking belive it
but im still stuck
on the economic clutch
looking for a loophole is like trying to find gravity
because what i do at its best still isnt much
(?) in poverty hopefully still welthy in thought
we must learn through pain
we must learn through pain to see it
(I've learned a lot)
beggars can't be choosers but the beggars choose to beg
and if my future fits in a shopping cart
its in the sidealk that is paved
not over any graves or the cost of any other life
and i know when my best friends die
the kids won't reconize me
and the guy living of the side of the street using his creativity
to find a way to eat
to find a place to sleep
sometimes your own life is the cost of never living
(lots of mistakes but its a start)
