Currency - Modern Life Is War

Poverty of spirit.

Economy of disappointment

Laborers of the concrete reservation

I’m a broken record now.

Skipping for a

Decade now.

Still trying not to drown in

This dead eye sea.

Is it real?

I don’t

Know, but I feel like it’s surrounding

Me.

And I will never know if I was

Truly seeking shelter from the world

Outside.

I was looking for my truth maybe

I lost my mind, goddamn you know it

Took some time to find a balance to

Check myself.

Now I face myself, and ask

Myself… I know you were there but what

Were you there for?

Fuck your style, I

Wanna know what you bled for, when no one

Was watching… When no one would listen.

When passion was the currency when no check

Was written.

Growing up was confusing.

Archives

Of shame to show.

I might not have made it all

Alone so I thank you if you spoke to me or if you

Listened when I was face to face with another tough

Decision.

And if today you are seeking shelter from

The world outside, consider me on your side with

A condition & warning that I won’t waste time on

Petty politics or bullshit party lines.

I’ve made the same

Mistake so many times before, I can’t afford to

Make them anymore.

I wouldn’t try to tell you how to

Live but believe me when I say.

Your friends are precious & they’re slipping away

Your time is precious & it is slipping away