Hey mom
Did they drop the bomb?
Will I make it home in time for the race?
I am in a hurry
For that long, undulating,American pace

Waiting for beauty is unbearable
Working for rewards ignorant
Making myself crazy for vanity is where I had my time spent

Life in the western hemisphere
Makes the myth of self-esteem appear
Appear like a wolve in sheeps clothing
A person feels hollow for not owning
Possesing the proper colors of clothing

The wrong shoes, the wrong watch, The wrong waist, The wrong taste
The midnight robbery brought on by haste
The mother cying
The son’s life a waste

I feel the afternoon sloth running through my veins
My dis-ease is yelling that nothing has changed
The thought of just giving in is prevalent
But not today….

Not today
Will I succumb to the idiot between my ears
Not today
Will I be weighed down by fears
Not today
Hopefully not for years