We trade problems for problems you know? Trade a little more of what we can live with for a little less of what we can't. We trade demons for better days. Shrug off the moment just to get through it, cause someone told us that even if tomorrow wasn't better we still had to try to reach it. Life is something like a battle of wills. The will of god, the will to survive, the will to be something better than you were yesterday. Sometimes we fall short. A lot of time we have to juggle struggle and positivism; fight to not become downtrodden by life and still try to maintain enough of a smile for it not to be said you died miserable. Welcome to existence.
I'm a few shots away from being an alcoholic and a couple of bottles past giving a fuck. We are down on our luck. And the papers tell us that the world is flourishing but an animal rights commercial just brought tears to my eyes. Someone beating on an animal because they traded demons and got more demons. Maybe worse demons. We live hope to hope, misery chases company, and we're a few sighs past understanding. No longer demanding we kinda just pray. Love. Dream. Life has successfully suppressed the revolution. Niggas is just tryna live, and we got problems and not a lot of fucks to give.So the crooked cops keep crookin and the politicians profit off our misery and hard won apathy. Us little-victory soldiers can't fight more wars than the one's on front lawns we can barely maintain. Us hard luck poets with a lot on the brain, tryna stay sane and make bread where there is barely grain. We got problems. Trading demons for destitution, and bitterness for better days. Trying to figure out how the fuck we gone make it through all these problems with a little bit of a smile.
I'd ask you to stay awhile, but you probably got some problems of your own.
