Negative Script

I favored being out of it But I got tricked by my tiny mind I didn't want to sit here And loosen up to a rhythm I thought was tight I still want to be rid of it I favor being dumb I don't want an awakening I don't believe in fun I favored being out of it But I got tricked by my tiny mind There ain't no sun down there No breaks for all this kind There ain't no filth in summer Where wheat grows from the shine What breaks the skin in this Of aging life's true mist Of all the grief in bread The dough brings when it's made The light gets faint and timely While you go out your mind The bus don't smell of roses But the bins are always kind I'll take it as it comes lit No change from whatever note These street lights are the pointers On the cold and quiet roads I favored being out of it But I got tricked by my tiny mind I didn't want to sit here And loosen up to a Rhythm I thought was tight I still want to be rid of it I favor being dumb I don't want an awakening I don't believe in fun I favored being out of it But I got tricked by my tiny mind I don't wanna flip the page Of my negative script They cornered my young age And ran away with it I don't wanna flip the page Of my negative script They cornered my young age And ran away with it