I slip this up,
My time's up,
its now to late for change,
i'm going all the way,
and I must not fail,
I will prevail,
but the snow and hail,
obscure my trail,
I trail along,
a wripped old bag,
take a drag on the ciggarette,
evwn these can't kill me yet,
I feel like I escape death,
like a death wish,
ignored.
But I trod on cause i'm not givin in,
twinned with the fact that I act like I'm invin-
cible,
scribble down a few thoughts,
jot the way of my day,
words that I would say,
Theycan't be taken away,
today,
woke up,
progress,
but i'm stressed out,
don't know what all the fuss is about,
I'm a nice guy,
I'm not going to stick pins in your eyes,
but don't opose me,
don't oppress me,
don't distress me,
cause I wont take the force,
I am a man of my own will and not of a cross,
I don't have no leadership,
I lead my own way,
I don't take govenment handouts cause I'm not going to live that way,
so I make my own legally,
but I do so deceitfuly,
you see I don't see why I should be,
forced to live in this way.
I'm no material possesions obsessive at heart,
I have what I have but I ain't grateful for it,
cause there are others that cannot have,
when they should,
and could,
and will one day,
but we live in hope still,
the chill of winters colder on the street,
I would imagine,
from the nights that ive experienced before I have a bath,
see now I laugh but it's no laughing matter,
Why do they tackle the problems and not the root cause?
Is it because there is no profit in distribution of wealth,
or is it mans overwhelming sense of greed in itself,
either way,
its wrong,
so i'll go write a song,
and so long as we have voices,
our choices shape the future,
until then the pen,
with the right intent,
Will search until it's sure.
My time's up,
its now to late for change,
i'm going all the way,
and I must not fail,
I will prevail,
but the snow and hail,
obscure my trail,
I trail along,
a wripped old bag,
take a drag on the ciggarette,
evwn these can't kill me yet,
I feel like I escape death,
like a death wish,
ignored.
But I trod on cause i'm not givin in,
twinned with the fact that I act like I'm invin-
cible,
scribble down a few thoughts,
jot the way of my day,
words that I would say,
Theycan't be taken away,
today,
woke up,
progress,
but i'm stressed out,
don't know what all the fuss is about,
I'm a nice guy,
I'm not going to stick pins in your eyes,
but don't opose me,
don't oppress me,
don't distress me,
cause I wont take the force,
I am a man of my own will and not of a cross,
I don't have no leadership,
I lead my own way,
I don't take govenment handouts cause I'm not going to live that way,
so I make my own legally,
but I do so deceitfuly,
you see I don't see why I should be,
forced to live in this way.
I'm no material possesions obsessive at heart,
I have what I have but I ain't grateful for it,
cause there are others that cannot have,
when they should,
and could,
and will one day,
but we live in hope still,
the chill of winters colder on the street,
I would imagine,
from the nights that ive experienced before I have a bath,
see now I laugh but it's no laughing matter,
Why do they tackle the problems and not the root cause?
Is it because there is no profit in distribution of wealth,
or is it mans overwhelming sense of greed in itself,
either way,
its wrong,
so i'll go write a song,
and so long as we have voices,
our choices shape the future,
until then the pen,
with the right intent,
Will search until it's sure.
