Blackout

Free

The only thing I hope is that if I die today

I'm good with my folk

and their memory of me doesn't fade away

and though I got dreams & goals of reaching a higher plane,

The world seems so cold, like it will never change

Everyone's too concerned with currency, and too

emotionally detached from the current

See, if we're not engulfed in social networks,

we're punching time clocks at work, not realizing

There's no rise in our networth

We're working to sustain but not enjoying life on Earth

Crazy, how I help make them a mil & they don't pay me

So I'm scraping for a meal, knowing that it may break me

That's that shit that weighs heavy on the daily,

and each time I break bread for bills to be paid 

and mouths to be fed

The hunger forcing me to a place outside my head,

and diminishing my little bit of hope

So it's got me questioning my folk and what they'll remember me for

Because every time I find that I can't make 

a way, a bit of me begins to fade away