Slow Burn

Yes they say ignorance is bliss

I hope you see exactly where I'm coming from

From a generation dismissed, complacent,

we just exist for somebody to make a profit on

I know I'll never own a property, not properly

Keeping count of pocket change

Keep the money in my pockets clean

on my mind: how much I make

Quite inclined to know the price I paid

Every days a different game

And I'm playing with honesty

Can't eat unless you open your mouth

The money feeds, it's only money for now

So choose to chase nostalgia

Leave behind the seedlings of doubt, allow myself to keep my head in the clouds

But I'm really feeling for the children of now

The kids who can't afford to put a meal in their mouth

Mama working 3 jobs so she's never about

Youth centre closed too, so it's street corners for now

Will we ever see the day where we see change of some amount

Sow the seeds of doubt to keep those feet on the ground

Learn a couple words, describe your feelings out loud

Think outside the box, don't you follow the crowd

Find a deeper meaning, keep on dreaming, be profound

Because the Positives are hard to find

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we'll be moving slowly til the end of time

And they say ignorance is bliss my child

The more I see the less try

Hollow I hope for a tomorrow, for a better life

Slow burn towards an empty fire

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Its a slow burn towards an empty fire

Look around, we living hand to mouth

Day in, day in, day out

Look alive, it's time to grind

Early rise, ain't no one satisfied

Palms wide open, here's to hoping

coping and coping and coping

Open wide, swallow your pride

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