i can t help but to think when i see people living on the street that they could be the future me and that their past was filled with artistry and that we made the same discovery their greed can be like gravity pushing us down constantly controlling our everything but if everything in life is navigated by dead presidents i m bound to die broke and early because the world will be whirling with our without us and the idea of god will always be a wolf in the forest when we don t know who to trust or who to believe so we trade our soul for money because money is the power but who s really in control when every hour is an hours subconsciously altering our personality as we strive for safety but settle for job security where on the daily people break their fingers back for a chance that they big break when they re already broken to begin with and a new start is an old myth and a business tactic to keep your feet planted it s all a trick just to get you to stay there s no way they can say it straight to your face that you re a slave to the pay and that your future s at risk and if you don t leave know you may never get out of this soul trap and i feel so low and i don t know if there s any coming back and i don t know if i keep my ideas intact after all the tax after all the percentages my ninety nine problems is that ninety nine percent of my creativity will never exist that you won t be able to see because of my financial bounds for maintain the real life for when i am out of town it s like i m splitting in two and only half is allowed to have themselves all figured out while the other half of me is stressing how the fuck did i end up draining every cent into every month it makes no sense to me where it all goes i just know that it does and the best trap they can set is the one they have you built and the best way to sell your soul is just to pay your bills in due time time will be due and standard is the only currency universally misused think about it how many time have you spent clocked in but mentally checked out and how many checks are missing on your bucket list right now you re working for the weekend we should be working for the reason to escape the bounds how can you understand the world if you never see it same goes for yourself what better way to know your life than to leave it i m talking to myself but finally i fucking believe in it but i m still stuck in the economic clutch and looking for a loophole is like trying to fight gravity because what i do at its best still isn t much and i prove it in poverty hopefully still wealthy in thought it was learned through it was learned through pain this year i ve learned a lot the beggars can t be choosers but the beggars choose to beg and if my future fits in a shopping cart it s in the sidewalk that it paved not over any graves not the cost of any other life and i know that if my best friends die their kids won t recognize me i ll just be another guy living on the side of the street using his creativity to find a way to eat to find a place to sleep sometimes your own life is the cost of ever living