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The Day You Call Sunny


Sorry

I can't care about things like money

When I'm dripping wet on a day you're calling sunny

I'm tired and I just woke up

Isn't it time that you all woke up!

Someone that mattered died when they spoke up

I absolutely refuse to get my hopes up

It's no wonder deep thinkers always dope up

Getting high to get by

Drowning in the depths of shallow lies

That you seem to swallow like blueberry pie

As peacemakers blue in their graves lie

And no I don't want to die but no I'm not alive

And yes I want to thrive, how the hell can I survive

On the few drops of generousity the animosity alloted me

And now I see I cannot be the fool you've educated me to be

A man once said, poets are the only ones that know the truth about us

And we're labelled as complainers, you will not lend an ear to us

Well you just keep chasing the money

 

While I walk under my umbrella on this day you call sunny

 

 

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