Monday, May 18, 2009

Makin' Endz Shake Handz

Making Ends Shake Hands…

 

I wake up tired when my alarm buzzes at 5:15

I wash-up, now I’m dressed, ready and clean.

The routine I have to handle just to make it all stable

I have bills to pay and I need food on my table.

I don’t really trip off the politics, these players and games,

I’m just trying to do more than get by and stay sane.

At the same time I’m living my life in a maze.

Tryin’ to walk the straight and narrow man, but crime sho pays.

I see a lot of people doin’ dirt to pad their pockets.

While I sit back at home alone on sprockets and gadgets.

Looking for a better day to come my way someday soon.

I’m feeling the growing pains while I lay here in my room.

I look up out of my window and see the homeless dwell

And realize we’re not that far away from what you call hell.

In the city where I live and work it’s all so bad.

But I know I could be doin’ worse…that makes me mad.

I also understand the unemployment rate.

I’m liable to get cut if I show up late

I have to work until the sun switches shifts with the moon.

And I still have more work at home that I can do.

I try to do as much overtime that I can get, because I need to buy another pot into which I could piss.

Once I get it all together…

One day I’ll stand,  

But for right now man,

I’m tryin’ to make my ends shake hands….

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