One More Song

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Artwork by me
Lyrics:
When I was a teen I wanted to be famous
Now I see that it’s rigged against the poor
Now all I want is to spread the truth
Like a slug that is smashed in your door

I’ll never shut the fuck up about the disparity
The class gap and more
The politics of poverty, the systemic oppression
The fact that this life is a chore

I wake up every day dreading creation
The 0’s in my bank account blind my eyes
I wake up every day in blind frustration
Hurdled at the walls like a violent street fight

I scream at my desk as I hide in my room
I slump in depression regression reformed
The only reason I would want to be famous
Would be to feed my homeless friends
But it’s rigged its rigged its rigged against me
I can’t ever imagine a worst time than this

I focus too hard on what I can’t give
It’s a symptom of the country where we live
If I don’t work myself to death
I can’t imagine no stress cant imagine a death
Work work work with a lower return
It’s collapsing my earnings, collapsing my brain
The more I sing the more angry I get, the less that I make that fuels my disdain

One more song and I can kill a billionaire
One more song and I can end this cycle
One more song and I won’t have to stare
Myself in my eyes, i’m tired i’m tired, it’s tight