Equivalent Exchange
My head in the clouds but my feet are on the ground I feel 2 miles tall but i move at the speed of sound Watching the days pass by in my daily life Strugglin so hard to fight and live that grind Grinding down to my bones growing thin Just trying to get a moment, a pause, or get some me time in Is it a sin, a joke, a hope, a trait To raise, to praise, and hold my head high But how high can one hold their head before the line of ego is made? Is that just a concept around me where my identity fades By the faces displaced in my eyes disgraced and thoughts raced to the finish lines I'm still caught in my what if wonders Will i keep high on my feet or go under Its not that I'm afraid of my foundation I just don't wanna build something that crumbles down in inflation When everyt
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