shadowboxer

wake up work

wake up school

wake up surf

wake up smoke

for every one of us it's different

Sunday church

BBQ

football

shop

what does your day look like

for every one of us it's different

but for every one of us the same thing on the mind

souls

like bread stuck in your throat that you can't push down

hungry

tired

lost

dying

souls

and when your head hits the pillow at night

all you feel is the concrete of your thoughts

are you comfortable yet

on your concrete pillow?

wake up

who will fight for them but your shadow?

and when you're gone that's all they'll see

is a shadow of who you were meant to be