wilshire protest

i am marching with the protest

i got so much to say

but i'm only here to witness

there's a war inside my head

and i'm surrendering to weakness

we're separated by steel and glass

in traffic trapped on the freeway

every body is a dj

looking down at our phones for the fastest way to get home

don't text me there should be no king

i can wait

my chemical's are spiking like a lie detector

dopamine

serotonin

happiness is not the answer

we dream of being a true spirit

we are divided by false gods and hyped up leaders

we binge on the on the bleachers

we worship talent

but we don't see if anybody can even see it

first you must believe it

so keep your nosebleed seats

i'd rather be irrelevant

what if i crossover and nobody remembers it?

will we stay together?

even if i never get discovered?

this is the west coast where dreams will make a line

this is the promise land

the gold rush