should I try to be like you?
live under the cororate hand
bowing to the "wo-man"
in the high heeled shoes
Should I give it all and give it up
giving in to the righteous lexus,
and the designer makeup?
they smother me down the realities of broken peole
and broken homes, lives
suffocation in this barren sky scrapping land
climbing that ladder higher
squeeze a little tighter, before it all falls down,
I'll burn my paper crown
it's ironic, how sick they can make me,
Scrawl these dreams a littel clearer
so I can hear Him a little better
so find the present
Crown of life to those who love HIM.
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