everyday concerns w/moving forward/ no time to breathe / less time to take steps back/ roses remain as scenery no seconds to relax/ constantly on search for things life lacks/ cut me some slacks in my slacks / performing office tricks just to get my greenbacks back/ so i can burn some green and accept living within my means/ in a system designed to chase another mans dream while yours remains a dream/ grinding daily surviving on the ashy knuckles of our life just looking for some C.R.E.A.M./ and some sort of fine linning, a clue, a hint of something bigger to come/ itoo want to live the "good life" and momma says i can do it, reciting to me many words of the wise, but living in these times words just wont suffice/ they say seeing is believing then i must have closed my eyes/ lid upon the canister of our goals/ limitations to the expression of our soul / shackled down creativity/ watered down reality/ as the beast incorporates our being into the capital motivated machine of corporations/ routine is the slave master of contemporary times that dulls our sights and clouds our vision so we have an obstructed view of our goal and a front row seat to distraction/we need it because it defines "me"/ in form of raw denim jeans, track jackets, and nikes/ not definition/ submission / slave away for a pay check to issue checks payed to the order of nike & every other conglomerate so we join every one else in the category/ is it hypocrisy that i write this in Air Max 90s?/ or instead of studying i rather get bent /maybe i just voicing my frustration trying to find improvement as i let smoke through my vent.
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