It’s not at all offensive that you don’t think like me…
You say words that I would ever use but I know you’re not giving me attitude
The different color of your skin doesn’t make you an alien
Your laugh rises from contrasting comedy but as long as you laugh it’s fine with me
I could never pull of your style but that doesn’t make you wild
Your lifestyle I won’t defend but that doesn’t mean we’re on opposite ends
Your traditions I don’t quite get but that doesn’t make you a threat
Your heart beats for something unlike mine but it’s beats the same just fine
I convince myself I’m free, but I still seek permission from you
So many dreams pulling at my heart, but you tell me what I can and can’t do
“I need to make more money so I can…” has become the motto
Crushed by, “the only way that’s possible is if I hit the lotto”
I’m naive enough to think there’s still time to get out
But with every dream deferred I’m afraid I’m succumbing to doubt
I have no desire or intention to be rich, and that’s the truth
However, I do yearn for the funds to actually live in my youth
Not quite sure if I’m feeding the vicious monster of entitlement
Or if it’s chains that everyone assumes are normal that I’ve come to resent
Either way, something about the ‘need’ to get more doesn’t sit well
This cycle of demand with no supply is starting to piss me off, if you can’t tell
Have you ever wondered why you like what you like or want what you want?
Did someone embed you with the thirst of the things that draw you in?
Or did you enter in with all these things that make sense in your mind?
What makes this one so wrong and this one so right?
If you looked a different way and had a different life, would you be this?
Are you a sum of or a variable in the equation?