I want to feed
My soul but
I'm working on my stomach
First
First
It's hard to dream
Coughing on the dust that's
Blocking out the
Sun
Sun
My poor age is torn in two
It's what I'm born into
But only now I see
The real choices are one or two
Aw man it's hard to move
Inside this artery
My friends have tasted
Real truth
It's on the tip of their
Pen
Pen
My friends are wasted
Worrying on the rent
It's more than money that gets
Spent
Spent
My poor age is torn in two
It's what I'm born into
But only now I see
The real choices are one or two
Aw man it's hard to move
Inside artery
I hope you got my note
I hope there aren't too many holes in your boat
I hope you got my text
I hope you're outta that cage and into the next
I hope you're outta that cage and into the next
I hope you're outta that cage and into the next
I hope you're outta that cage and into the next
I hope you're outta that cage
