steeped in luxury
fine-tuned until you can’t
even find the right key
drunk on liberties
taken for the sake of feeling that you’re free.
you feed your soul with sound
that you found lying around
on the air and underground
never believing that you’d be found
to one day sing your own song
to one day say what’s right from what’s wrong
and it might not be wrong
it might not be long
before a black train’s gonna come
and take away all of your wild grace in being young
judgment will be done
upon the wicked way of life that you have sung
you’ve been wrapped up in this world
you're its little baby pearl
now you’re caught in a pleasure trip whirlpool
but the whole thing’s gonna unfurl and fool you
you’re gonna have to sing your own song
you’re gonna have to say what’s right from what’s wrong
and it might not be wrong
no it might not be wrong.
-Elephant Micah