(Stall) Bobby

Stall Bobby, stuck in the lobby Lift won't go up, half empty cup That salty Kowalski, cut off your knees Only to please Your own, cool to aid, no one Never see the sun Grow old, too cold, to mold Your own fate This won't become me They won't ever see Tall Bobby won't stall, I'll always want more, ill soar Above the clouds, them turkeys will fall Nothing but talk, opinions will fold Stall Bobby getting sloppy, eye on the prize His own demise An empty surmise A Stain, a grain, his thoughts a flame The ashes he'll rise, thoughts will reprise To gain the game that drove him insane A new day will reign Minds alive, existence will thrive Rising tides are lifting, we shifting Thoughts are clear, a new direction we steer This won't become me They won't ever see Tall Bobby won't stall, ill always want more, ill soar Above the clouds, them turkeys will fall Nothing but talk, opinions will fold