Where's your home, kid?
I don't know, man, where do I live?
Where do I have a place to breath?
Out here staring at the trees
And they're telling me I should leave.
Maybe they're right, in hindsight,
Maybe I'm not right.

Sleep on a couch, sleep in a car
Somewhere in there, I lost who I am,
Somewhere in there, I lost what we are.
Staring at the sun, staring up at the stars
If I just run I don't know how far.
How many steps until I'm just numb?
Cooked to bone because people like me
Don't get finished, we get done.

Follow a dream, lose everyone.

What kind of protest do you accept?
In what way is anyone allowed to express?
Do you want a riot with blades and guns,
Police beating them back for fun
Shoot up the streets, let them run?
Broken glass smashed on the old store fronts
Holding signs to get beaten down
Like we all have a message,
Silence it before the media comes.

What if they kneeled for your flag
In respect to those who were treated unjust.
It's peaceful but you still kick up dust.
They push back to say all matter
But they don't see this white double standard.
How can you say who's oppressed
When it isn't your race being addressed?

They want to build walls,
I'm hoping to build bridges.
You're Asian, Latina, African, Muslim, religious?
You deserve every right I've got.
Don't let anyone stop you, come get it
Sincerely, a white man so they give me privilege.
That's messed up isn't it?

I murdered my mattress with a clean shot,
Left my dreams in a vacant lot
And told them reality would dig their plot.
The thoughts heighten, when I'm enlightened
Feeling like I'm close to fame
But even if everyone looked up to me
I would still hate myself all the same.
Forget the money, it does mean nothing.
I'd rather pour it down the drain.
I'm not winning if this life is a game.

I'm tired,
I'm tired of working a dead end position
I'm tired of phone calls that ring until I listen
A smile that while looks good on my face,
I feel eight hours a day, like a waste.
I'm bored, nothing arises,
The problems, nothing surprises.
Stuck here even as I write this.

At home, I wanted to be, the father my father wasn't to me
But how can I look any better
When all I was given were tattered genes.
To stand on a mountain and feel like a king
But it's raining outside,
The mountains are starting to sink.

I'm sitting on the bathroom floor,
Eyes closed, head low
Drowning in so much emotion,
No one knows.
They say that i should just be strong
Looking at my tired arms
My atlas bent from trying to push on
And i lack the mental prowess to carry on.
As my hand reaches to grip the pencil tip,
I write my own swan song.
I write my own swan song

Here's a poem to the world,
You've been calling my name out loud
I'm ready to write you back now.
I'm ready to tell everything right now.
I'm sick of making excuses,
Wrapping my passion up in killer nooses
Pretending this job is more important
But it's just money and a nuisance.
I'll tie myself to these keys
Because I need myself to be abusive.

You gave me these skills to tell a story,
I'm on that fast track to beat it out
I don't want the fame or glory
But these veins need to bleed it out.
I never believed in my being
But the fire your seeing isn't going out like candles
If you've got a buck, sir, I'm not a gamble.

Crack the locks to a dream life
Where I sit looking at those stars each night.

I spend my nights dreaming,
I spend my days dreaming too.
I don't need your reality
Don't mind my mentality,
I get it, you think different.
I'm looking at life to live it,
Amazed they didn't **** me yet.

I sold my soul to the devil,
Then doubled down with all the gods
I told them i had nothing to lose
I'm not confused,
I've got that American dream
But I've got all those same struggles too.
I'm going full steam ahead,
Falling over before I can reach the bed.

I stay up late sacrificing sleep,
Spill the blood of the counted sheep
And ignore my eyes trying to creep closed
They tell me it's the only way
When you have nothing, they find your gold
When you have nothing, you can still be sold.

The job is done now, see.
You let your mind start to race,
Where a clear conscious once stood,
Death sits calmly in its place.
You look in the mirror to see a bit clearer.
How did we get here so fast?
Retrace a memory from the past.

In a job you didn't like,
You took for your family, that's clear,
All the cards were laid just right,
I can hear that phone ringing from here.
Miss Fitch was coming in hot
So you came back screaming on that wire,
Took a job in shady dealings.
One phone call and you're fired.

Now you're home, act natural.
Smile at all those right places
It was a trigger you had to pull,
Inside an internal war, he faces
Just don't look back, that's the present trick
Or your own mind may make you sick.