Slave To The Industry

Living off coffee & carbonated caffeine. There is no food for my vegan soul. Nervous. Breakdown. Unemployment is a damnation. A damn shame. No recognition or fame I'm off the grit. It's like I don't exist. The day the music died. My life I hide. A child with no father. A mother with no husband. Half of a family. No for food. No money. No shelter. No jobs. I talk about all my skeletons in the closet. Online. But in person I'm private. No paycheck.