Stuck
Im dreading this humid vacation
Im wishing for something to highlight
But days like these slow down to cessation
Im losing summertime every night.
Boredum is now my consumer
I wonder what happened to those times
When we enjoyed each others humor
Now they only last in memoirs of my old rhymes
Someone steal me from this dwelling
Im dying from lacking this ambition
Can someone stop this swelling?
I don't know how much longer i can live in this position.
Not another day like this I pray
God if your there above me?
Keep me from living as a stray
One day out of this house will do it for me
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