CHORUS 1:
I’m sorry! For every so called mistake that I’ve ever made..
I’m walking! Through these dim-lit hallways, trying to make it to the stage.
Performing! To the standards of a judge that lives in my brain..
& Sorting! File after file ‘till they’re more than entertained…


VERSE 1:
Whether swimming or just walking, even running, Never stopping ‘till I get it. Tongue tied, twisted. It’s their business to be mocking.
Playing scrimmage for the winnings as what's given is forsaken as it’s taken past its limits.
People always faking what they’re spitting.
I am included, never thought that I’d say it, never thought that I’d lose it.
That respect for myself. I was abusing that bait laid out on the plate.
It was too tasty for the student.
That hook that pierced through my lips.
Tied them tight and made me stupid.
Trying to get off of it is definitely not useless,
seeing as I did, and am now speaking about it…

CHORUS 2:
(Repeat)

VERSE 2:
Twisted innocence, celebrities giving it a glaze of glamour and glitz.
Twisting sin into something succulent, cool.
Perhaps viral this fool.. cookie-cutter mode module.
Drone, worker bee or flat out tool.
Even the sharpest in the shed is still under their rule so I’m begging of you.
Next time you’re faced with the choice to play or stay true?
Push away the board. Push away the booze.
Take off the royal noose.


BONUS POEM:

Silence is the code. Quietly, sex drugs and violence sliding down our throats. It ain’t forced, we don’t choke.
We eat it up with glee! Pay to be programmed by the T.V., cellular streaming screens. I scream “ WAKE UP FROM THE DREAM!”
And what about the children?
Instead of character building.
Characters come through the tube to keep them quiet and not moving.
Mommy’s got stuff to do.
So now the mouse is raising you.
Just lay back. Let the cartoons wash your mind into servitude!
Tuning the car of our flesh. Racing towards the doom.
The carnage of this incarnation’s carnival carriage zooms.
Carrying carnivores, carcinogens, and carpet for the rooms,
Where we can play cards and carve our marks for the future to view.
I wasn’t born to be in a cell, even though cells are what I’m composed of.
Hell, I’ll yell ‘till they hear me or label me as a loon ‘cause,
Everytime I stay silent about something that is important,
I can feel my spirit dying, dwindling into dormancy.
So rip off the tape placed by oppressive forces!
Sing, dance, join the chorus, let’s restore justice!
“Practicing what we preach” - a difficult principal to enforce…
But it ain’t out of our reach, it's just boiling down to our choices.