i have nothing to say
all these words on this page suddenly don’t mean shit
ive been up for hours draining my heart
trying to find those words that give a me jump start
but I’m stuck, I’m stuck i can’t move on
get me in a white coupe with the roof gone
and place to stay with a yellow futon
so i can think clear, get my money, and disappear
where u going? I don’t know but I can’t stay here
i got, too much knowledge to know, too many flowers to grow
too many scenes to see, more oxygen to breath
more reasons to stay, less excuses to leave,
brought up different waves homie can’t you sea
its not them against us, its we against the machine
against the cycle, against whats expected to be
seems to me its all for the american dream
even if they try and make it seem it wasn’t meant for me
grime under fingernails living isnt free
smile on my face living isnt guaranteed
out to make zillions pay off every fee
callouses on my knuckles; trouble always found me
chin tucked in I’m trying to keep my teeth
exercising those muscles that, they can’t see
its all elusive,
no one else I rather be
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