Kicking back against the wall
Society says it put me here, but really I needed a place to rest.
I left my mark here, like so many before me.
Feet prints on the brick, blood on the pavement.
Time talks and I'm looking at the smirks of the firing squad.
So here I post up, years before people like me were put down.
No mutt reaction, just the next breath of the confused generation.
Trying to be the best, better than what was, knowing that we're half cocked and about to lose it.
Living on a top that's about to tip.
Hands up against the wall, it was built by the generations before us.
We're adding layers and making it higher, making it thicker.
Maybe we're on a clock, tiktok says the boomer.
I see no X on the map to mark a generation meanwhile the ghosts of granddad stay silent.
Kicking back against the wall, society says it put me here, but really I needed a place a rest.