myths of youth

don't talk at me
or tell me what 2 do
just create my problems
then bind my hands
hijack my wallet
demand that i fix
a broken world ...
i cry
give me a hand up
not a hand out
remove restriction
that tethers my soul
in unlimited outrage -->
u had no rite
2 mortgage my future
4 your sordid past
butt dot dot dot
pipers always gets paid
and messengers shot
soothsayers are blind while
comic book heroes stand alone
marihuana leads to gateways
one drummer leads the march
people know right from wrong
it will be okay

(c) 2005 lemme howdt