Failing to Find Irony When Feelings Are on Concrete

Let my mind wander
Just to chase my own tail
A cheap toy wound up at the back
I am thin plastic in the bottom of a bag
I am lost this ain't a victory lap
I don't know where I'm at
Act as if I am making some sort of trail
While I play connect the dots on a map
I have learned the hard way
This is not how it works
According to everyone that I ask
There's no philosophy
In exhausting myself constantly
Been tossing and turning in sleep
In exchange for change of scenery
Although it's just as brief
As time I spent with my dreams
4th wall demolished
And polished off the fucking street
Talking negative chemistry
Lower than my streams
Don't take it for granted
I'm planted with a peace sign
Piece of me designed
To keep hope
Hopefully that can maintain
It's been take it or leave it
I know that I don't wanna stay
Uncertainty seems to be
More like a plague
Disease riddled close circle
More like a shape
With more angles
And less room
For those to stay
And make themselves comfortable
So company delayed
For the foreseeable
I am still sinning
Like heavens gates
Reads "lot is full"
And it's probable
The way my mom had to
Pay to park at hospitals
Pain turned profitable
You can't just turn away
I know my grandma pray for me

In a city that never knew me
I'll be walking on tightrope
Till my shoes crease
Injury more amusing
Than that other shit he doing
If it wasn't for my bruises
Y'all would've never heard of me?
Look around you
I'm bleeding out
And they're huddled round
Like surgery
I'm failing to find irony
When feelings are on the concrete now



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Cifello
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