hero

I was walking down the street yesterday after work and thought,

shit is this my life now? Is this all there is? shit...

I haven't got time for myself, or meeting other people, quite shitty.

I dont want to be a man that is tied down to his work I dont want to be a goddamn asshole

in a business suit in 5 years time, become hypnotised, living a life of lies rushing down a street in my 700$ suit, taking a glance in my wrist watch as I walk by ya.

fuck that! I wanna get abit of cash and fuck off. see the world, go to Africa, Australia.

we weren't born to be fucking ants, we should just chill. Just think of all the people you pass during your day, and probably will never get to know, there is so many of us, I just cant believe that's what we are meant to do basically be slaves, worry about money and die...

hell no!

only way to bare this world is to express those feelings, by painting and obviously writing,

I can't quite handle it, it gets a little bit harder every day, wishing my life away.

and as I see everyday motherfuckers running rushing, living a fake world, step the fuck back and look around, "the wisdom's in the trees not the glass windows."

basically what im saying is im tired,

and im trapped in this system, but atleast I can step back, I know, I see, I can,

YOU, CAN.

I'd like to dedicate this to  
Nathaniel Hail
19 August 1969-
15 March 2011
R.I.P.