Friday, December 7, 2018

Lay Down Your Steel

I’ve got problems
And you’ll never see or care
I’m nothing more than what I wear
I don’t know what’s real

I’ve got options
But they’re never what they seem to be
When lost in thoughts inside of me
My mind makes them a meal

Can’t stop watching 
Why all the coughing
Say you’re meaning 
Lies are believed 
In between the mean and
The green feelings
The obscene freedoms 
Seething deep in our breeding 
Like weed in my jeans 
A totally different scene
Then one in the wealthy 
Where it’s healthy
Even positively Christly
So don’t look at me nicely
Then move to a place where
There’s not a soul like me

I’ve got problems
You hope to never see or care
Or they’ll seep in and mess up your hair
And your feel for what’s real

You’ve got options
And they’re not free, like it’s meant to be
And it’s not your fault that you’re not me
So go and eat your meal

Find out more and you’ll feel
Then your beliefs might break out their seal
Coz to know me is to start your own peel
And let the world see what you really feel
And who you really be when you lay down your steel

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