Writing down something
that would be said
in less than half the time,
but who would listen
nobody
Not even close
too much time
follow the beat
the beat to your step
when you walk away
Understand what i mean
how it feels
because we all know it
but still do it
The only good time to wake up is never
to be alive is to be in hell
to be dead is to be in heaven
Down south people understand it
Up north people despise it
No middle ground
Just fight everyone
The old lady parks at the back
Nobody in front
Without feel is how we opporate
Too much is never enough
Born
Then screwed over
By everyone
Then dead
Negative to almost everything
Knowing everything is wrong
The way I see it trapped in the middle
The world against me
Can't speak my mind
Affaid to get laughed at
Too much for everyone
Working for what
For whom it may concern
For a new pen
Too replace this one
Pushed without touch
Threatened by glares
Physically small
But legally insane
You don't understand
Won't understand
Can't understand
What I see
How i think
Feel one of a kind
Then it happens
Back to the start
Disgusted more and more
Day by day
Nothing changes
Nothing will
It won't because it can't
Make a difference for who
The world who flips me off driving to work
To make money to better the roads of the rich
And over the pothole poor that make the rich
