The homeless schizophrenic if the future of society.
He is begging for change and yet having no sense.
Relying on the egos of the thick-wallet mirages,
never not knowing how rich he could've been.
He'll hop on the train headed east to the city,
not ever once minding be it fast or be it slow.
Knowing the fact that it'll be just as ******
Content to just feel that hot wind blow.
We are all homeless schizophrenics in training,
Waiting to turn blue, eternally resting,
When our day comes, there will be no second-guessing
Its been a long time coming.
The end of our quest.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 4:37 AM UTC
The homeless schizophrenic if the future of society.
He is begging for change and yet having no sense.
Relying on the egos of the thick-wallet mirages,
never not knowing how rich he could've been.
He'll hop on the train headed east to the city,
not ever once minding be it fast or be it slow.
Knowing the fact that it'll be just as ******
Content to just feel that hot wind blow.
We are all homeless schizophrenics in training,
Waiting to turn blue, eternally resting,
When our day comes, there will be no second-guessing
Its been a long time coming.
The end of our quest.
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