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Times I feel like a lime squeezed
Inspirational boosts used to guide me
Like cats eyes at night while I drove through life at high speeds
I had the juice to boost the drivers beside me
But now I feel like my life’s squeezed
I need new ground to plant new seeds
I need a new birth because its time to breathe
Feel like I’m dying in the dead end and it aint even that deep
A new challenge I’ll need to heighten me to walk tall
Aint no massage or ball fighting with your back to the wall
I could only sharpen my sword and prepare to fight or fall
Been shanked and out flanked I could bank on the blood to pour
But the battle for the body aint as long as the war for the soul
After all mind control is all that matters for we eat from platters
Food for thought but too much batter clogs your heart
And the sound of our soul is just stop start stop start
The tempo takes a beating as I try to measure my breathing
My BPM defines me
So I look up and start reaching behind the rhythm of what my people reach for
Yet this glass ceiling has got me reeling, they try to reel me in
To the catchy pop song rhetoric they deal in
But I’ve been feeling the real thing ain’t on the end of their hook
I’m starving and seething from the lack of development to feed on
Motivation is alien and I need a new job to beam me up and pay me right
Challenge me to ignite and set their world alight
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Posted by poetic7 on 2008-06-04 19:34:12 | Rating: | Views: 51
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