Drug infested, narcotic, electric, schizophrenic. Murderer arrested, a child molested, a race detested. A building burnt down, insurance invested. Homelessness lingers all around.
I got this thorn in my side, I try but can't get it out. Been killing me for years gone by a miserable, painful bout. No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it, it stays.
So many things these eyes have seen. People I've met and places I've been. Inconceivable how one maintains. In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain.
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Welcome to the rat race, people killing themselves. To get ahead of the pack, back stab and attack. Out for self, the money, the power, the fame. Competition and greed in a world without shame.
Emptiness slips into my mind. Emotion so fucking hard to find. I center myself in this universe. With peace amongst all the pains and hurts. . I think of all the things that would've been.
Out of sight and out of mind. When you look at yourself do you find. Everything you want to be. Or do you see what I see. . Too late to change your life.
Hey yo, fuck it, I'm rollin' in a 4-barrel Camaro. Toward the Tribore, eyes narrow, East River flow with marrow. Along side the bridge zombies pushing bodies in wheel barrels.
As I look up at the sky. I wonder why Momma always cried. Was it for how fast we lived and died. Or because we never got our piece of the pie?. . Busting at the seams, the American Dream.
See the future, hate being unsure. Feel insecure, life without a cure. Invade my body like it was your own. A losing battle when challenged alone. . I'm sick and tired.
Feel the warmth of the flame as it burns inside. Burning high and higher, pressure starts to climb. Turning passion into sweat and Jekyll into Hyde. Glossy eyed, unsatisfied, you can't help but deny.
I feel a weight that's pulling me down. But my reflex is to try to break out. Nature gives fight or flight syndrome. But my feet stay on the ground. That's how I've grown.
Where to run to, where to hide?. Much too full to swallow my pride. But I'm still haunted by something inside. As if another part of me has died. . Paralyzed, I close my eyes.
Government is not the solution to our problem. Government is the problem. . Apocalypse fills my head. Fire and smoke turns the sky blood red. Thermonuclear warhead.
It's easy we scream for change. When everyday we act the same. How can a troubled government make us scapegoats?. When we don't go out and vote. . We're spewing, spouting, condemnation.
Treated unfairly. You resent everybody that has so much. Of the things in life that were taken away from you. So wrapped up in your misery. You never feel the love that surrounds you.
On your knees before the mighty them, receive communion once again,. Obey and follow strict laws to the letter,. Do as you're told and life will be better,.
We used to be part of the same thing. But now you make strides for the gold ring. You make our sacred ground into a slaughterhouse. You used to look me in the eye but now you look me up and down.
The dirt's so thick it won't come clean. All around a haze like a smoke screen. I can't see you but you'll see me. But I might be gone before you count to three.
Camouflage you close your eyes, hiding in plain sight. Wrapped tightly in blankets of lies, live whatever life you synthesize. Disguise the truth about yourself, bury it six feet deep.