No unemployment will grant me any funds.
And I refuse any offerings from my mom.
It's called self-reliance, a lesson that must be taught.
I guess that's being between a rock and a hard place.
It's the tippicult scenario of an insightful starving artist.
I'm already used to the eyes rolling up and back into your head.
You can have your doubts, but I'll make sure my damn plan works.
Even if it means being between a rock and a hardplace.
My sad story is like a dramatic beat of a blues song.
There is the strong notes of the sax and now comes the drums.
Now add the guitar, bass and my sad mellow voice.
And that is the song of being between a rock and a hard place.
{ music interlude }
FB 2/4/03
