intro
(here it is, what i've been trying to say,
telling you my story, ranting away
giving you the details of my runaway life
so anxious all day, so buried in strife
how tragic it is that we have unique stories
but upon sharing our fears and experienced worries
it comes out in words that seem hackneyed and common
until we articulate it right,
that's the life of a human)

body
Trust me. You don't want to be doing this.
Wasting all my time, you said I need to prove it.
But that's something I've struggled with,
Long time coming
I've made my mistakes. I'm sick to my stomach

Because the cops are convinced they're doing this right
And the jails and the lawyers, they're all right
You don't want to be waking me early for buses
Taking four hours away for a drug test

You act like I'm dangerous, think I deserve it
All the time that you're taking is time I could work on it
You've misinterpreted me,
And hurt me badly
I'm glad I can balance, but not everybody
Has the same resources.
And check your sources!
Mad corporations are unwholesome forces
And I was a brick in an unholy fortress.
I think it's sick that I slept in their purses.

Trust me, you don't want
To sink claws in my sleep
I'm working too hard just to make ends meet.
And when winter comes and the snow fills the streets
You would punish me, hard, if I slipped on the sleet.

Trust me because you *can
I can't prove to machines
That I love my life, that I love my family.
That I want the best for my community
That if I had the money, more people might eat.

I've had this dream of a responsible West
I sense a stubborn preoccupation,
Enslaving the rest
I want to be a model of compromise
Between privilege and giving
A bridge for the lies

A bridge for the lies to cross, if they choose
And put our love to better use

And even if this dream never really comes true
I wrote these words in worldly view.