Pennies in Pocket

Fitting in or standing out

Tired of the looks fixating on flesh

Big hips, lips, and pump shoes

I won't sugar coat it

As far as I've forseen

Venom pumps through the blood stream

Yet it's thanks and praise 

We tend to discard the days 

Like old pizza boxes

For a splendid new facade that can 

Pop drop and lock it

Hustle till the hope becomes pennies in pocket

Life isn't a game, certainly no pixie stick

What are you willing to create?

On the lengthy road to strike it rich

I continue with three chords

The Music, Faith, and Fellowship

Letting devils intertwine their tails

About a distant government 

I have no time for that, for the hour glass ain't patient 

When lives objectified by the jury through the plaintiff

I've gotta make the seconds count, the minutes gold, and hours matter 

Otherwise the check will bounce like criminals who spot a camera 

Enough to make the perpetrators stand alert on tip toes

Then level on their soles, proceeding to kick doors

Finished all my chores, now it's time for recreation

Yet every time I leave the home, another confrontation 

They really do apply the pressure, disregarding scenery

Trying to turn my human peace into piece of machinery