this one is about poverty, lot of emotion mixed in with a political message, enjoy |
Money flies out the door Says he’ll be back in a while, longer then before Gunna go to the government for the war Now I lost everything I had before Nothing more then the pair of jeans I wore It’s alright though, I’m only waiting What am I waiting for you ask Well getting by Is a hard task Status is measured by a flask Hiding behind nice clothes and lies as a mask When I get home, I take it off and the truth stands naked It’s alright though, I’m only ashamed Eviction papers wrapping at my door 30 days to pay or We’ll take everything away But I got nothing that will make me stay I got nothing plus zero It’s alright though, I don’t need anything anyway Most people get by, I cant even skate Stealing tempts me like bait Can you pass the empty plate? Eating off an empty slate Mind’s propaganda startles my fate How long must I wait? It’s alright though, I’m only starving Eyes drenched with change, unclear Things seems to disappear Life’s descent has never been so sheer Death is the only thing I adhere Hands are empty, nothing to keep near It’s alright though, I’m only withering Vivid images fall into a swoon Darkness casts even over the light of the moon Even fades the glimmer of the silver spoon I ask how soon Till I see the break of noon It’s alright though, I create a shadow already Shallow selfishness now runs deep The clouds of smoke are getting higher The emergency is more dire I wish I could push my fake patience in the fire But someone strips away my blanket where I sleep Now cold as the maggots where I creep It’s alright though, I’m only shivering Life is obscured, no longer fits the glove Among the desperate who push and shove In the bowels where I use to be above People hang on chandeliers and run through the hall Even my faith is pleading “God Save Us All!” It’s alright though, I’m only hanging on for dear life Sucking air through a bloody nose I cultivate where prosperity never grows Sipping on an empty glass with chapped lips I carry shame on my shoulder after wiping off the chips A man walks by while I’m begging on the street A look of pity in the eye, I accept defeat It’s alright though, I’m getting use to it |