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letra de the second ring of the seventh circle (#love) - dy-66

i don’t know how am i should start now
well, maybe this foreword is too tedious even for a local rag
and this head-note stinks like a boiled egg marty mcfly left

while he was chilling in the old west
however very essence worth it
though just in case i’ll add #love hash tag so
day before behind glass i saw a little crow
its presence filled out my mind, plowed into my thoughts
look, it’s just a bird with no values in it, with no background
just the same as that one
i saw when i was about on my way home
in a tram packed with a crowd
the same onе i’d captured while working in an office
thе photo i’m endlessly proud
it’s funny, we used to observe birds in a cage, not vice versa
what was the day
when i found myself in a cage with similar people?
desperate white collars
white collar?
is that who i am?
is that point me out of another species of my humanized flock?
nonsense!
it’s not who i am inside but what i do that defines me?
narrow it down
i’ve always hated white color, but i am white collar though
if a tram driver is a blue-collar worker, my first teacher is pink one
what color politicians’ collar is if the one thing i know
they are just filling their own pockets with funds
i’ve earned for years sitting on b-tt and calling on justice
to receive on time petty leftover that remained after that swines?
bread crumbs and a drop of red wine
so, would i prefer to make significant changes?
still i’m afraid it will have inadequate range to make my flock vexed
drowned in rage, hard enough to break down billions of concrete cages
so, would it be our regular pledge?
like no food after six, abstinence stage
straight to the god’s blessing despite enormous tension
you suffer following crows through repoussage
whatever i do is dealing with my silly doom
wind’s frayed both my wings
through glass i see him in room, he took a photo of me
he is only one paid attention to me
we both crave to step into each other’s boots, but we are destined
to be what we don’t wanna be
what we don’t wanna be

i shared this story with my friends
they started pretending they didn’t know me
from courtesy, warm friendship right to the apathy
freezing ignorance day by day i ought to see
no matter how checkered my life was including countless sins
i followed family’s guidelines
but after me confessing on my collar i slipped away from the family
n0body’s backing me up now when i’m falling
window is opened, ready to vent
macpro goes down, macpro’s in the air
i’m flipping my boss a bird, birds don’t know where am i coming
just circling over my head
i hope all belongings i left
while i was going away, will lead the successor of my workplace
the same and i’m sure the right way to that diverse places
in which i was appraising overall damage
explaining math to frosh, carrying out garbage, operating in a carwash
i was making ends meet when
a member of city council over the age of sixty
hired me to be his personal driver in a porshe
tv said he probably never was in a rage, all his deeds was for social
i always found him too plain
once upon a time i was driving down a driveway with him on a backseat
he’d just finished with a women voter, satisfied with her pain
wasn’t concerned about, for his love she was well-paid
so we were lurking in dark: me, and a man looking something to crave
a few miles away black color raven appeared aside
it was so familiar
reminded me that one on the photo some office monkey was looking at
eyes were following it through glass, they weren’t uptight
they slipped down to the guardrail
foot stomped on gas, hands grabbed onto wheel
the dork behind me didn’t even have time to think, “what the heck”
whatever i do is dealing with my silly doom
wind’s frayed both my wings
through glass i see him in room, he took a photo of me
he is only one paid attention to me
we both crave to step into each other’s boots, but we are destined
to be what we don’t wanna be
what we don’t wanna be

- dy 66

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