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this world is harsh sometimes

just want to find a tree to climb

so you can ball up an hide

an watch the confusion tide

as it rolls bye

you fee left behind

which is good

don't want it to catch ya eye

give you away like a condensed spy

deep in ya thoughts

inside your brain

working around, circle like dat clock

on your watch

get caught up on the mainstream flock

so bad you forget ya own block

you pass by the address, the familiar dock

but you can't remember ya own damn stock

were you grew up, were dad laid his crop

not food seed, the kind only a man can drop

you forget ya old work with dat mop

standing and cleaning next mom and pop.



this world doesn't seem to need me

this world doesn't seem to believe me

this world doesn't seem to be free

this world doesn't seem to scream for me

this world doesn't seem to dream to easy