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Solid
In this land of oppurtunity
who really has it all...
is it the man that can't count everything
or the same man when he falls?
The prestigious and powerful,
got us by the balls...
but in the varying confusion
we make our own call.
Would you say you were ready if you could see down the road,
will your voice be as steady when it's your time to go?
Bottom rung of the ladder, greased, to keep down the trash.
Slipping down where real matters, foundations made to last.
All this angry confusion, bitterness and contempt.
Always someone else choosing the way our minutes are spent.
In this land of oppurtunity, wipe the grease from your hands,
rock solid on the bottom, find yourself if you can.
I see something from nothing,
last in line, I'm the Man.
Chosen battles stopped my running,
down here... I can stand.
Critiques
RSScheerer
18 years 5 months ago
Written with obvious honesty and grit
themoonman
18 years 5 months ago
Thank you
Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Well writen
themoonman
18 years ago
Hi Barbara...
Mark
18 years ago
I feel more confident
themoonman
18 years ago
Hi Mark...
DarkinAZ
18 years ago
If trash is a characteristic,
themoonman
18 years ago
Hi Mark...
Barbara Writes
18 years ago
Hi Richard
R.M.Shanmugam
17 years 8 months ago
solid
themoonman
17 years 8 months ago
R.M.