Currency

Poverty of spirit
Economy of disappointment
Laborers of the concrete reservation
I'm a broken record now
Skipping for a decade now
Still trying not to drown in this dead eye sea
Is it real? I don't know
But I feel like it's surrounding me
And I will never know if I was
Truly seeking shelter from the world outside
I was looking for my truth
Maybe I lost my mind
Goddamn you know it took some time
To find a balance to check myself
Now I face myself, and ask myself
I know you were there but what were you there for?
Fuck your style, I wanna know what you bled for
When no one was watching
When no one would listen
When passion was the currency
When no check was written
Growing up was confusing
Archives of shame to show
I might not have made it all alone
So I thank you if you spoke to me
Or if you listened
When I was face to face with another tough decision
And if today you are seeking shelter
From the world outside
Consider me on your side
With a condition and warning
That I won't waste time
On petty politics or bullshit party lines
I've made the same mistake so many times before
I can't afford to make them anymore
I wouldn't try to tell you how to live
But believe me when I say
Your friends are precious and they're slipping away
Your time is precious and it is slipping away