Some days my spirits fly high like TWA
then sink low like Lake Michigan's underbelly.
I feel important from all the people I know,
then feel insignificant from all the people I don't.
I want to do great things but usually don't
talks of saving money, but hit the stores to go broke
I say I'm deep like breaths, but inhale and choke
trying to grow, but still not big enough to ride life.
I play the part of pimp, and lay up with the finest hoes
but in the morning I reflect and want for a wife
I'm confused, feeling trapped in ways I dídn't know I chose
Trying to untangle my thoughts and make it through life.