by: {Name (First):1.3} {Name (Last):1.6}
I’m torn over life’s contract
I’m torn over get at all cost
I’m torn
Should I step over you?
Should you over me, or push?
The cesspool of things or status
have us dancing in the sewage of life
Things that clang over people who
once sang is happiness? No…
Diamonds, cars & money…will rot
When the body and soul divide
I tear no longer
I tear no longer
I’ve stepped up and out of
the garbage of things to
Making a new contract
Life wasn’t meant to
be torn apart