Too many things are on my head and sitting on my shoulders
Too many times that I have felt continuously beaten down by boulders
The emotional roller coasters are like a joy-ride for the world
And since I didn’t pay my fee, it makes me ride all day for free
Until my spirit’s nauseated and I cannot feel my feet
I often wonder how even superman can manage such a feat
As this thing called life
The pressure of survival’s rival nightly beating on my door
The pressure on the life that’s trying makes it wonder how much more
Can the good man take
While the evil men fake
The genuine nature of the heart of the man
That’s trying not to break
But the children don’t feed themselves
And the food don’t just appear on shelves
The only one to make it happen
Would be the one facing the realms
Of impossibility
Because by daily I lay dying
While at night I lay down crying
For the pressures of the world can prove too much for the soul
That gives up of themselves to take care of the ones that make him whole

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