Swimming Upstream
By: Tyler Ross
You tell me I’ll make it
But I know how you play it
I can’t fake it
Work hard, but I know I’ll never fully make it
How can I see all this through?
When I don’t believe you
A world such as mine
Lower class status aching for more and more
The hand that breeds green looks past us
Can’t choose to ignore
Never will settle the score
So I’ll break these thoughts of hope
Just to cope and move on in struggle
Its what I’ve always known
No truth
No peace
This war inside my head won’t sleep
And it won’t quit till I’m buried deep
I fight and fight, but this life will die
In front of a nation built for scum to survive
Falling short in a life I didn’t ask for
Struggle to see more than poor
Never will settle the score
Swimming upstream
Fuck the American dream
Mind’s tired; resources always expire
Stuck with the same scene
Can’t build on what I’m willing to work hard for
So I’ll always scream
While trying to swim upstream
Fuck this American dream
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