this day made me want to take up cutting
the sunlight was relentless, sweat steady crawling
down my face, thick as blood
traffic was a disaster, tourists rubber neckin' the scenery
and no matter how much hustlin I did, my pockets managed
to stay empty
today I dreamed about getting out, away
I fantasize about the cold, rainy streets of London
unfortunately, in the kingdom of capitalism, no good
plan of escape is cheap
you need money to do the simplest of things
even eat
this small town, this state, this season, it can all
kiss my ass
give me on shot
one hit record
one best selling novel
one lottery ticket
and I'm gone
this hot, ignorant, ridiculous place can forget me
as fast as a cash register can ring
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