Conventionally Work is pleasant and rewarding Conform early, learn the basics Demonstrate accordingly But more and more it seems We've learned a yearning in our core To be free in essence To be let loose from the hoard We are not so sure Of our purpose anymore Or the meaning of being Who we are, and what for It’s no mystery Cultures of drugs and promiscuity Is consistently habitual By so many in mutiny Wanting to be something different A gem, a rarity Disease of our society We feed souls of scarcity.
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Self Respect
I demand respect Yet give less to myself In the end will I know The measure of my own wealth? In the end Self worth begets worthiness Pay it forward By paying yourself the first cents Have sense of self respect And you'll never feel empty Eventually it may sink in Into the depths of me.
Yourself Self-Centered
Count my blessings yes Also can't help but count rejections All the oppression and destress Built up like bad credit I’m sick of asking for help Sick of not being able to get it Sick of empty sentiments Just layering on like sediment Sick and tired Of being sick and tired These mick and mire for hire doctors Wish they’d quit and retire Like politicians making decisions That conflict with their own conditions The only prescription that does anything No signature required with it.
Flawed by Design
Took a small knee high Meek-minded naive tyke Tossed him head Over heel over hilt over hide Never mind, mind over matter You succeed on their terms They teach what they learned Drops out the tree face first Acorn scorned Right in s### to harvest Don’t have to be the smartest Often discouraged regardless As long as you can follow orders No worries, you'll resurface And further spread the turds Of the surplus disservice.
Rocks and Hard Places
I do follow protocol Until I’m bottomed out And worse off than before Tossed off forgot about Caught in rocks and hard places Can’t save face like Murdock I’m the d-team squad A reserves spot third-opt More cons then pros More pain than joy Now my whole brain void Funked like soul train noise
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