Soul Trap - Nowhere

I can’t help to think that

when i see people living on the street

that they could be the future me and

their past filled with artistrywe made the same discovery

that we could be like gravity

pushing us down constantly

controlling our everything

but if everything in lfie

is navigated by

dead presisdent unbound to die

broke

and early

because the world is whirling

with or without us

and the idea of god will alwasy be a wolf in the forrest

here we dont know who to trust

or who to believe

so we trade our soul for money

because money is power

who’s really in control when every hour isn’t ours

subcouciously altering our personality

as we strive for safety but sttle for job security

or on the daily people break their fingers back

for a chance at a big break when theyre already broken to begin with

and a new start is an old method

of a business tactic to keep your feet planted

its all a trick just to get you to stay

theres no way they can say it straight to your face

that you’re a slave to the (cave?)

and that your future’s at risk

and if you don, t leave now you may never get out

of the soul trap

and i feel so low and i don’t know if theres any coming back

and i dont know if i can keep my ideas intact

after all the tax

after all the percentages

my 99 problems that 99 percent of my creativity will never exist

that you won’t never be able to see because of my financial bounds

for maintaining a real life when I’m out of town its like I’m split into two

and only half is allowed

and only half is allowed to have himself figured out

and the other half of me is stessing now

fuck

and i end up

paying every cent into every month it makes no sense to me

where it all goes

i just know

that is does

and the best (?) is the one they have you build

and the best way to sell your soul is just to pay your bills

in due time time will be due

when (?) is the only currency universally miss used

think about it how of your life in spent clocked in but mentally chekced out

and how many checks are missing on you bucket list

youre working for the weekend you should be working for the reason to escape

the bounds

how can you understand the world if you never see it

same goes for yourself

what better way to know your life than to leave it

im talking to myself but finally i fucking belive it

but im still stuck

on the economic clutch

looking for a loophole is like trying to find gravity

because what i do at its best still isnt much

(?) in poverty hopefully still welthy in thought

we must learn through pain

we must learn through pain to see it

(I've learned a lot)

beggars can’t be choosers but the beggars choose to beg

and if my future fits in a shopping cart

its in the sidealk that is paved

not over any graves or the cost of any other life

and i know when my best friends die

the kids won’t reconize me

and the guy living of the side of the street using his creativity

to find a way to eat

to find a place to sleep

sometimes your own life is the cost of never living

(lots of mistakes but its a start)