Mind In Solitude

Life isn’t a fairy tale.
It just doesn’t work like that.
Our endings are what we make of it.
We can be happy if we choose to.

My whole body is aching.
Literally.
Guess it’s mourning for my broken heart.
I can’t be a magician.
I don’t have magic tricks to show.
But what I can be is someone that’s real.  And loving.
I dunno.
I just don’t run races like that.
I don’t have magic.
I have passion.

They say Im crazy,
I gotta work with what you gave me,
Claimin’ I’m a lunatic
When you the one that made me..
They got us trapped in this slavery..
Now we lost
in this holocaust
headin for Convergys..

I told them,
They can fuck the Queue,
Got suspended for 2
What else am I to do?
And now they wonder why I’m mad
Check my records..
whats a TC got to do
to get respected.
some times I feel Im getting tested.
And if I dont say yes,
This TC’s quick to get suspended.

Now the same ol’ system is still testing me
and i wonder if the lord ever heard of me,
I need work, so Im doing what I do,
they shouldnt say shit till they walk in our shoes..
Aint no other option left to do
And got nothin left to lose,
So we sing the TC blues..