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Change.

The world is changing,
That’s a fact.
No matter what we do,
There’s no changing it back.
So rather than sit here and watch the sky fall,
I’m rolling up a number, got red in my eye ball
Oh. So now I guess I’m thinking deeper,
But I’m flying high, too, like a fucking heat seeker.
Target locked, I’m headed straight for the status quo,
I might shock and awe a bit, but I’ll never change it
though.
I know that, I learned the hard way, see
I was working on improving the society,
And they were like “hey man, we know what you’re up to,
You’re not at all important, we do fine without you,
You’re not a blip on the radar, or marked on the map,
You got nothing to offer us, but still, we’ll take it all back.”
Just like that.
And now I’m left with nothing but a pen and blank sheet,
I’m writing so hard, it’s etching into the street,
I’m spitting so cold, it’s straight numbing my feet,
I lost feeling, I guess now’s a good time to compete.
So move over, let me get up to the starting line,
Han shot first, the race is on, but I’m way behind,
Guess I lost my mind.
I should put up signs,
Maybe I’ll just go without it, bet I’ll be fine.
Oh.
You hear that sound, man?
Your jaw dropping splat hit the pavement,
I guess your world was just questioned,
Now you’d like to make a request, then?
So go on, and speak up,
Cause I can’t hear you whisper, speaking into your cup,
You can tell your problems to the bottom of the shot glass,
But it’s never half full, cause there’s no way to make that
shot last.
Yeah, and now the room is spinning,
You weren’t playing a game but you feel like you’re winning,
Then you lose.
Because the house always wins, that’s not news,
Stop gambling, and get out of my shoes,
See, I’m not trying to walk a mile in yours
You shouldn’t be throwing rocks at glass indoors,
Or slinging rocks out on the corner with the pimps and their
whores,
Hold up. Now have I gone too far?
I see society the dirty streets, and the scars on your arm,
It’s not suicidal, it’s no cause for alarm,
Still it’s self inflicted and it’s causing you harm
Needle hits the vein like blast off.
Drugs killing your brain
Man only makes shit worse,
We think that we’re advancing, then advancement’s a curse.
Or a double edged sword, but what’s that blade worth?
We make life easier, the earth is dying,
We calm one storm and babies are crying,
We stop one kill, but the evils are spying,
We only get one shot, there’s no retrying.
So stand up, speak, and maybe start replying,
You stick to your shit and I’ll keep doing my thing.
Written by pousson (jake)
Published | Edited 26th Dec 2010
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