All in the is pursuit of happiness
He’s lost in a synthetic ocean
Hungry, skinny and lean
Days so cruel and mean
He closes his eyes hoping to doze
But nightmares move to and fro in a trapeze
Late one night while standing under the moon
Waiting at the alley for a friend to pick him up
Hoping for some dinner and a conversation
A squad car passes by;
They assume he’s slugging drugs cos he’s hooded up
In his defense he said he’s good guy trying to stick around for his daughters
And just like that he watches his boat capsize
The plan was to knock him out of his game
Throwing dirt on his name
Freedom or jail; all he does is question;
Is living and dying a lesson?
With no sufficient evidence he made out of the court free
The judge said he needs a job, nothing is free
He smiles: Looking out into the street I watch him walk away into the night.
Now he’s back to where he never left; these unforgiving streets! It’s a shame!