The Midwest Arsonist
2010-07-05 11:23:53 UTC
Understand what goes on, and you will know
How to protect from the pains and aches
Keep on moving, learning from mistakes
Put yourself in check, its time to be mature
To have a future, as the devil tries to lure
There’s always a silver lining in all scum
Lost the battle, but the war can still be won
Appreciate all the things you love and have
And what you desire can get you stabbed
Some things don’t come easy to possess
Take out the heat and the streets into a mess
Count your blessings, try to find meaning
Drug screening, before you start bleeding
Look past the fog and see the bright light
And in the end everything will be alright
You want it, well too bad
You don’t need an Ipad
Two grand on a flat screen
Life is never to be serene
Life’s a token, by others taken and abused
People live with nothing, but you stand mute
They like what they see, then try to take it
On the other side, there are feelings of hatred
Nothings sacred, all little mind are vacated
Living the life of robbery, can they maintain it
Possessions are nothing but a cloud of cloak
Drives to have more, turns your heart into oak
Children deceived that they can also be famous
Deprive of independence, a crime so heinous
Fit into the crowd, try not to be singled out
Fight for fools gold, but take the wrong route
End with horror, deception then into depression
Try to out live, but still remains to be questioned
You never had a limit, consumed of greed and lust
Now working on the streets, forever in a rut
You want it, well too bad
You don’t need an Ipad
Two grand on a flat screen
Life is never to be serene
Not trying to be the killjoy, just make you realize
Some lie, people die, others sit with watery eyes
Taken the pain, do nothing but drown and wallow
Something sweet can turn a precious soul hallow
But there’s a new tomorrow, a chance to start over
Maybe take a break, stand up and try to get sober
Times are rough, do nothing and it only gets worse
Live out each day, or end up in the back of a hearse
They say I’m cliché, but tomorrows another day
Screw what they said, and I know I’ll maintain
Never forget who you are and your life’s purpose
Then no one can ever say that you are worthless
The Midwest Arsonist