Perspectives

What exactly are you wanting me to say? I’m sorry I turned out this way? I’m the scum of the earth, Doing anything to get some play, Maybe I’ll grow up someday, but I have Seen enough the truth to know That I don’t want to buy in To the promises the future holds, Because we all are dyin’. You don’t want this perspective, Better keep yourself protected, Look past the poor, rejected hands That reach out from the street. Keep your empathy selective, Tell yourself it’s not connected, To the funny little lives we lead. Slippin through the cracks of the world Constructed just for me, Taking myself off the grid, Finally learning to be free. Now that I have seen the edge, There’s just no turning back. I’ve gone where you’re not supposed to go, Unless you’ve got the cash The funny lives we lead Won’t affect nobody else, Just worry bout yourself. Well, the funny lives we lead Won’t affect the ones we know, You gotta let the big picture go, Picture go, Go. I tried to put it all behind me, But you were always on my mind, You changed the way I think, The way I talk, the way I look at life. And now the memories of the old me, Are cloudy and so out of reach, The toxic truth is all around me, I still prefer it to the lies they teach.