No money all trouble
dreams high up in the air
dissipates like smoke through the air
reach my hands to grab bursting it like bubbles
problems on end solutions never come
others having fun seems like I’m always on the run
whats education going to provide if 9 out of 10 doesn’t hire
they keeping firing killing thoughts of climbing higher
start out at the bottom with no where to go
cant back up, no where to turn, stuck , im fucked
keep my mind on the money and money on my mind
but I’m lagging right behind cos the money isn’t mine
few more months and I’m fighting thoughts of eviction
I’m at my wits end I don’t wanna let go
Tell me where to find the rainbow
so I can lay my hands on that pot of gold
before I lay asleep on the streets cold
first let me talk, hear me out
listen to me before you start freaking out
you cut me off, with your assumptions
interruptions are like intermission segments
doesn’t feel right, anger fast and furious
problems mounting im curious
words use against me, situations don’t work with me
conclusions convict me before I could finish
erase the need for explanations
is this what we call communication
doors slam I need my respirator
feels like im losing this fight, I surrender
I’m at my wits end I don’t wanna let go
More problems no solutions
Cant we work this out
I admit defeat I surrender
I know how it is to wake up fucked up
No direction no aim
all the problems piled up
high up to your neck
dry drowning struggling
no one hears you calling
the end draws nearer without warning
sitting like ducks
before you realise your in the oven roasting
im at my wits end I don’t wanna let go
tell me where to go
a place where I can pour out my sorrows
before I disappear tommorow
Labels: desperation