Scaffolding

With a heart of gold
You wish it would form all the same
As if no one who came before didn’t work
So I’ll say to you the worthless whisper
Work head with a miss and a mister on dial
Write the rite of passage like night calls it a day
No ones watching

For your dusty footsteps on these concrete streets don’t feed the roof coming over your head. What keeps your market bound to the old town. Will its cardboard construction be the conflict you need to break free from this kindness. Dimes and rhymes—how many more syllables can you fit into unknown valleys. Say it’s him? Say it! Oh is that what it to took to build something. Destined to crumble.

Holding onto scaffolding to pay for clay.
Is that so?

Did you want it back?

Fade. Fade. Sitting. Watching the slackers return. Tryna find the ocean, in the corners of the city. Hard times. Not need to run anymore. Nothing here is free.