Of the letter w.

This work is killin’ me.

listenin’ on Under Pressure on my Ipod green giga
i feel the beat but i can’t find my playa
24/7 is how i shouldn’t do it
given the chance i wouldn’t pick it
i’m just human and i’m nobody
but we know sometimes we want anonymosity
rain or shine, day or night
doesn’t matter how i might

i am made of bones
this is me
i am made of meat
this work is killin’ me

there’s unfairness and real inequality
just takin’ spit without liberty
sleep deprivation is my only friend
remember that song about comprehend?
despite everything i am strong
i think of other things like wearing a thong
i think i see the better things in life
this is the only way to bypass this sad life

i am made of bones
this is me
i am made of meat
this work is killin’ me

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~ by targrod on August 20, 2007.

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