I Need A Dollar

I'm here to share my story with you.

My worries with you, my war stories of glory I went through.

Pent up, I'll vent, cut through this media hent shunt.

I'm wishing none of this was in my head but I'll write it down and get bucks.

I need a dollar so I can forget thus.

Be in the light without that talking head stuff.

Walking around forgetting stuff, where I left stuff.

Now, I'm letting that head fuss get bucks.

I need a dollar so I can get stuff and that will help me forget lust.

For the rest of us there's love.

For the rest of us there's nothing more above than the thought of us never ending and forever ascending the test of love.

I need a dollar so I can holla at God and confess my grudge.

That I'm possessed by trudge.

I'm a slow walking temp, in this world I drudge.

In this world where I've been put to be judged.