There was a time when i felt more introspective /
Than I do now, chasing paper in a life that's hectic /
I clipped my wings so they would fit inside a cubicle-desk /
I'm cutting checks with a cornflower noose on my neck /
I put the smoke in my head to slow the time down /
I'm losing life by the second like right now, and right now /
And all i hear is tick tock /
The only laws unbreakable the one's that change the faces of clocks /
I got no love for the cops or for the NSA /
Intelligence creates the enemies of the police state /
A generation's been played, always lied to like: /
If you smoke marijuana you'll get pregnant, and then you'll die to! /The terrorists and bad guys are who we bring the fight to! /
So this the land of freedom and a government that spies on you? /
So who the fuck am i supposed to trust? /
I ain't trying to fight goliath, and there ain't no shame in running /
I'm always running, I'm always running and pumping /
I'm always running, I'm always running and trucking /
I'm always running, I'm trying to run from becoming /
Another human stayed put, I'd rather venture forth afoot /
I'm having visions of my younger years: sidewalks and culdesacs /
Rushed growing up cuz no one tells us there's no going back /
I feel like Peter Pan, living like a lost boy /
Cuz once you trade the for hand it's hard to grasp the simple joys /
And living slave to that skrilla just ain't enough for me /
A City of Trees with so many seeds chasing hollow luxuries /
But what's a life without a soul to back the stacks of paper?
I ain't hatin', just trying to represent a cause greater /
Than this city scape skater; a Leo that's gotta roam /
Cuz life's an empty glass laced with foam that stands alone /
In the corner of the room, on a table facing inward /
And abandoned by somebody who grew weary of the picture /
My heart bares blisters, man, we all need some help,
But ain't nobody gonna a save a world that wants to kill itself /
So I dunno if i'm escaping from or searching for something /
All i know is that i gotta keep running /
So now I'm looking at the trees and see the wind is wild /
The breeze is gentle, but alive, and animates the branches high /
And it reminds me that I am just a leaf caught in the movement /
And this hero inside—he's been asleep in his tunic /
Caught in the Temple of Time /
When he woke up the world was different from when he was a child /
The kingdom crumbled to bits, and while he slept /
Them decrepit digits crept to the neck /
No, our breath ain't let up yet, but we remain courting death /
As such the future we've been left is a pile of shit /
Ask any 90's kid with half a brain and common sense, when they were 10 /
If they thought, when grown up, that stress was gonna kill ‘em /
While their schools still bill ‘em in a world that don't fulfill em? Nah /
So fuck the fangs dripping insipid lies /
I'd rather pump like Forrest Gump than stand around and wait to die /
The destination's a journey that will never see completion /
So I guess I'll run forever like Maniac Magee, I'm always running /