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inspired by artist Sweatshop Union |
Was listening to some Sweatshop Union songs. They're a rap group that actually rap about issues worth talking about. Big ideas. Not ho's'n'gats. Got inspired to write this. It became somewhat of a lyrical format with a chorus that changes a little each time. Somewhat happy with how it turned out. To get the last few stanzas either go read my motocross flash fiction or just know that I ride motocross and it keeps me from becoming content with a life that holds no valid reason for contentment. To feel adrenaline pound through me always reminds me how vivid life can be at times and how drab it is when I give in and quietly accept the path forces apart from myself lay for me. I'm still young but I try to fight it A lot of people are telling me how to think So I'm left divided Because what they say I should be Is nothing less than hypocrisy Deny my impulses and live in complacency Forget to be me become a living breathing machine Completing tasks in sequence without asking the reasons I can't forget about who I am Again and again, My identity is all I have And the world's trying hard to do away with that If I don't work, I can't live If I don't earn, I can't give If I can't be a signature on a paycheck Then all I am to them is a trainwreck I don't want to be perceived as worthless Just because I don't earn enough for purchases Just because I don't think I need the approval Of insitutions created to test me and invest me Into the moneymaking scheme that is society And I've tried damned hard to compromise Even as I write I am living a lie I've given up a lot to do what they ask But after evey assignemnt I just get another task The glass is less than half empty, shit it's broken I can see this clearly if I let myself be outspoken But even that is a crime in this modern day life I can't do what I would choose but this they don't believe Just because I live in the land of the free So many opportunities out there waiting for me That's what they tell me if I raise my voice I'm not given a choice about ignoring the life That I would happily live if I just had the time No, I'm told to assume that their way is right I don't want to be perceived as worthless Just because I don't earn enough for purchases Just because I don't think I need the approval Of insitutions created to test me and invest me Into the material world that is society Maybe I am a bit outraged Maybe I've gotten beyond frustrated But why are you taking it in stride Why the hell do you not seem to mind Giving up the time that is more valuable than gold To make a deal and end up sellin' your soul Just to work five days a week Come home and turn on the TV Forget about love, life, and dreams Forget about being what you know you can be I've even tried to repress the adrenaline addiction That keeps me from becoming a cyborg straight out of bad fiction Like all you other robots doing what you're told But it's the need for speed that keeps me whole I don't want to be perceived as worthless Just because I don't earn enough for purchases Just because I don't think I need the approval Of insitutions created to test me and invest all of me Into this egocentric fucked up society It's the need to feel more alive than I am That keeps pulling me back from the edge again And it's that same need to feel alive That first made me straddle a dirtbike It's that ever-present threat of my whole world ending With a mistimed twist of the wrist that keeps me defending That hopeful part of me that wants to believe That life was meant to be lived meaningfully Because when I risk it all and the blood pounds within It reminds me how fragile this life really is I could be dead tomorrow at the universe's whim So why not make the best of the time I've been given? Why not rattle the bars of this invisible prison That the whole damned system keeps me locked up in? I don't want to be perceived as worthless Just because I don't earn enough for purchases Just because I don't think I need the approval Of insitutions created to test me and invest all of me Into the wasteland that is modern man's society |