Work, Work, Work
Just let me unlock the secrets of the soul
Give me the power of self control
In a calming meditation I transgress
Hopefully my life will be considered progress
In such a backwards world
Where what ones does means nothing compared to what one has.
Call me a quack
See how slow I am to react
As if I accepted my role
In this act
Imagine that
I'll take what I got and do the best I can
Breaking down to take a stand
Eh, what's the next plan
I'll worry about that when I get to it
Think on your feet
Here just take a seat
Kick back and relax
Your good for now
You don't have over consume
Please don't eat that cow
My god wow
I guess that makes someones parents proud but not oh not mine, mine
The shift of the tides
Work, Work, Work
Break it all down and look what you have found
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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