This suit doesn’t suit me
This tie is tying me up
I don’t have a category
No folder to file me
This suit doesn’t suit me
These shiny shoes sink me in quicksand
This belt is squeezing me
Every day I hold my breath
Drunk with confusion
Chasing an illusion
Yet I dress up, power up, head held high
Come home and de-stress, light-up, get high
This suit doesn’t suit me
Yet I wear it every day with hopes and dreams of change
Find me cycling a mile, reaching time sheets
In a cycle with time, tick tock, the heart beats
Strategize everyday
Break free from these cubicles
Programmed by computer programs
Problem-solving, I’ve been aware
This suit doesn’t suit me
So I’ve decided to be a designer
Custom fit these pants
Corrupt The Man, produce bootlegs
Untie my neck, look around
Re-establish on the ground
Preparations for the runway, jogs is vicious
Vivid vision, victim no more, T-shirt V-neck
This suit doesn’t suit me
Turn these blazers to jackets
Hear the feet stomping, rebellions starting
No signatures needed, just press, we’ll do the marching
Sober Alcoholics
Let’s get to building, get the bricks
Stand as one, moving forward
For all the kids and misfits
We here to bring a change
We always here, you should visit.
The GeltonNation 