Entitled "Of OCEANS Of WATER"

Submerged under gasping for air

Waves of miscellaneous things pass me by

I thought I had it under control

But the idea freedom cost a pretty penny

everything sprawled about in the ocean is a Band-Aid on my insecurity

What started out as just a few things turned into a bottomless pit

Who knew a little piece of plastic would dictate my dignity

They say you can’t buy property anymore

I am forever enslaved To JP Morgan

They whip, and whip, and beat and bludgeon

Whatever possessions I have are automatically ripped from my fingertips

Welcome to the life of indentured servitude

And I is a good ole boy

Forget waking up when the rooster crows

Knowing that I am “in the red” Is all the urgency I need

Still I swim Deeper, deeper, deeper my mind and body losing momentum

When will they loosen the shackles

Working my fingers to the bone

Still I buy still I spend anything to numb the pain

Soon the “ shopping closet “ becomes the “shopping room”

Engulfing the house in Buyers remorse flames

I swim I fight I kick i scream I gasp Will I make it out

The smothering smell of Benjamin Franklin swarms my existence

Now it has become clear that the end is near as take my last breath

A tear trickles down my face

When I die bury me inside the Gucci store, when I die bury me inside the Louie store

Cuz I got money to blow