Freestyle Humanity

I’m sitting on these rhymes
To remind me of the times
of my so called “value”
Asking everybody, “how are you?”
There’s people that I know caught up
doing something new each day
living like they a young pup
waking every morning, getting on their knees to pray
hoping each day to continue something new
as they walk by the paralyzed
with their faces so blue.

Its the screaming of the souls
as our shoes take the step
marching in a line to the end of time
along as we go looking like a drone
so we might as well not do it alone.

We’re all living alone in our own reality
speaking so much to our own fallacy
but who new there was so much wrong
thinking no was gunna get hurt because we didn’t belong
the tears of our fears kept seeping through the lies
of the pain that we tried to disguise.
slowly we cry
dieing deep down inside
we’re all alone but all together
so we’re all the same like the birds of a feather.

Its the screaming of the souls
as our shoes take the step
marching in a line to the end of time
along as we go looking like a drone
so we might as well not do it alone.

Its the screaming of the souls
as our shoes take the step
marching in a line to the end of time
along as we go looking like a drone
so we might as well not do it alone.