System Failure Notice

 

System Failure Notice
By: Nick Workman

I’m trying to release but I can’t seem to rhyme

 

I’ve got so much to say but not enough time

 

Not enough minutes to explain my jumbled brain

 

Not enough drugs to ease my f*****g pain

 

Marijuana joint burning, zoning to Sublime

 

Looking for inspiration is such a bass-ackwards climb

 

I’m sorry if I come off a tad profane

 

It could be from all the times I’ve been called insane

 

Every move I make, my plans seem to go awry

 

Sometimes it’s so bad I wonder why I even try

 

All I can think about is everything I’m not

 

When I really should appreciate everything I’ve got

 

I wear a daily smile, but I’m living a lie

 

It takes every ounce of me not to break down and cry

 

For in this dark world, I can’t be another robot

 

I’ve got my poker face on and I’m taking home the pot

 

Not a word, never cracking, just like a mime

 

When I’m on my game, I’m better than Jordan in his prime

 

You have to understand it’s hard for me to explain my disdain

 

But with this world on my shoulders, I’ll do my best to maintain

 

The harder I try to save, the quicker I spend every dime

 

And the more I try to clean, the more I cake on the grime

 

But I really don’t have any reason to complain

 

When I can’t break free from my own ball and chain

 

I play Russian roulette, but never seem to die

 

Defying all odds, I just seem to get by

 

Whether or not I learn from the lessons I’m taught

 

I’ll always be nothing more than a tiny little dot

 

Unless, one day, I learn to fly

 

I’d want to just go away so high

 

But as I’d get closer, I’d realize the Sun is hot

So I guess I'll just stay here and let my soul rot