Saved? Open Mic performance

The thumps of my footprint as it hits on the pave is my favorite sound in the slums,
as I lead the parade with its drum,
and they follow ‘cause they think we'll be saved when I'm done, heh...
of all the lies that's the greatest to come,
while I explain that that the thing I hold greatest is none,
so I should probably be ashamed but it's fun,
I'd probably be insane but I'm dumb,
my only aspiration is to be the highest paid of the bums,
during my strive to slip away but that day never comes,
So I take a sip of pain but I'm numb,
till they try to take my wine while they whine
that I'm flying, but I'm fine, I really don't mind dying,
maybe I can retrograde to the sun,
and there I'd find that my lights a bit more faded than some,
and my light hits the pavement with a thump,
cause that's my favorite sound where I'm from,
as I lead the parade with its drum,
and they follow ‘cause they think that we'll be saved when I'm done...
Written by beanbandit (David Gonzales)
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