But I've been waiting
But I've been waiting
I've been believing
I think so
and nothing is happening
It's not time yet
that's the lesson
wait some more, prepare some more
I feel like a slave in jail
waiting for the release date
when will my life begin
a kitchen, that is my own
raising my child, with no one else's opinions
not getting yelled like
I'm 5 years old
I've outgrown this
but money,
you mean so much to this society
unless i go out to the street
like that lady with child
both sleeping in streets in india
it was sad, and an artist
captured it in his photograph
i wonder what was the point of that
I've been believing
I think so
and nothing is happening
It's not time yet
that's the lesson
wait some more, prepare some more
I feel like a slave in jail
waiting for the release date
when will my life begin
a kitchen, that is my own
raising my child, with no one else's opinions
not getting yelled like
I'm 5 years old
I've outgrown this
but money,
you mean so much to this society
unless i go out to the street
like that lady with child
both sleeping in streets in india
it was sad, and an artist
captured it in his photograph
i wonder what was the point of that
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