breakin chains to open reigns

I look around and theres no one there no one cares about a man whos on his own in thin air walking on thin ice to a game that wont surfice for any one but those who win its an outlast hymn written from the book of alabaster the more it comes up and the beat  yells faster faster keep them off your back to let you keep you masters even if it means cleanin out your pasture im sorry paster i wasnt listening to the word when i ran past the yard from the whirly bird that chased a youngin tryin to make a past to the hungry becomin a lil bit of a savage now aint we its a difference from the living  shadows who put meh in this cage to start this Pledge of allegiance to a flag made of scenic in dollars and cents to make it all make sense to the computers bent on finding a truth thri the numbers they keep in dere youth  zeros and ones is all you need to be a number in this pledge to be from the bottom starin at the top keepin  the ice thin to keep us from the win so blow me some wind and the shadows will sit at the bottom like the numbers in the sun till i win and im done chasin my insomnia just to keep my dawn in the home with my mom who wants so much for the children she sees runin in the streets but the streets run me so they run us and if we stay alive baby thats a plus livin for the day strivin for the night i want this shit forever man lookin for that everlasting night