Lowerclass Soapbox

i let my emotions take the lead on this one.

I am a middle capable man

I am like an off-beat, stuck in the middle

You all play tunes and I dance to your fiddle

Give me a task and ask me a riddle

And when I get it wrong just laugh and belittle

 

Am I the puppet or the puppeteer?

If I sing and dance for whom do they cheer?

Maybe I can hide it if I drink another beer

Wash it up, drink it up, I want to get this clear

But clarity is just a state of mind

Set aside for the ignorant and those who’s family’s fell behind

Now I sit here with my mind working overtime

Now I know why they call it the daily grind

 

But one day I hope the sun stays shining

And maybe this cloud will show me its silver lining

Until then I try to keep my head up

Stare danger in the face every time I’m fed up

This is just a moment, a place in my life

My only current goal is to keep my dreams alive

I know im not the only one who seems to feel like this

But every time we voice our opinions we are quickly dismissed.

Like

Shut up you don’t know s**t

Sit on the curb and let the big boys do it

Son you can’t do it

A life in the underclass is all you can deal with.

 

Set call in 20 minuets, A little extra time

 to compose my mental fitness and find another line

F**k the man, f**k the establishment

I’d throw it all away if I could just find some happiness

My eyes see the screen like an over processing projector

Life’s a stage and I'm an un-inspired director

Calling action when there is none and ‘cut’ during climax

I’m broke down on this road of life, should of asked for the CarFax

 

But one day I hope the sun stays shining

And maybe this cloud will show me its silver lining

Until then I try to keep my head up

Stare danger in the face every time I’m fed up

This is just a moment, a place in my life

My only current goal is to keep my dreams alive

I know im not the only one who seems to feel like this

But every time we voice our opinions we are quickly dismissed.

Like

Shut up you don’t know s**t

Sit on the curb and let the big boys do it

Son you can’t do it

A life in the underclass is all you can deal with.

Author's Note

I would like to know if i got my point across. Any other hints would be appreciated