cubicle death......the worst torcher
.i have a job...safe behind a desk staring a computer screen away in an armed security gaurd secured building suite...
safe from all types of un natural danger....but still its killing me!
its not bad money....they justifiably paying me.....
but life isnt in the money....and this shit still slaying me
besides here id rather be anywhere...anywhere from hell to home
the writings filling my cubicle walls might as well be inscriptions on my tombstone.....
cuzz this aint livin.....
this is one of the many reasons i pray to GOD to be forgiven.....
cuz ive obviously wasted my god given talents
i let the worlds view of education and responsibility throw me off balannce
so now i live a life more crooked than a crimnal does
cuz a least a criminal does what he loves
at least a bum is in charge of his day
but i have the trappings of the world holding me to needing pay
so here i remain behind this computer desk
experiencing slow excruciating cubicle death
