You may say that I’m a dreamer
man, but not the only known,
I'm just waitin for that one day
on the road to solely roam
While fallen bones
they still be spillin misplaced
in the milky waste
as is feelin his case
with no taste for home
Sweet home to call my own
at least no place I’ve
grown past roots in
Not that I won’t
sew me a few more
soon as I tie up
those last loose ends
Sick of being poor
as I am broke though,
it ain’t just them
hopin to catch a break
in this rotatin solar system
gotta make sure you’re not late
with minutes passin
faster than he’s rappin
don’t wanna go and miss them
At the end of life askin
“When’d it happen
whoa yo, I should’a listened!”
Forgettin to show
at my own funeral,
like who’dve known?
We were supposed to wake up
from this sleep-in state
that we’re stuck in
cuz snoozin through fate sucks
I know livin’s not a luncheon
now I’m choosin to stay tough
I’ll be streamin off the lakebed
Instead of a stone
who remains sunk
A new day monk, in a cold world
told of an old galaxy
where everywhere was everyone’s
and borders were a fallacy
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