Dolla Chasin' by DiBell
Leaves fall so we ball,
just like the wind
trying to find a way out.
I wonder how did I get in.
Turning a fantasy into a sticky situation,
my dream was dolla chasin’
just trying to make it.
You were trying to take it away
to lock me up and to throw away the key,
But what about the little ones looking for me
out of sight, out of mind.
ain’t nobody looking for me?
The little freedom I had, you went and took it from me, man.
Or did I do it myself?
Driving in the fast lane without a seatbelt
I’m about to crash out. Every day I live like my last
but how do you live when you just sit watching time pass?
If it’s a limit don’t get timid when I pass.
Freedom at the drop of a dime? I’ll pass and
do my time sitting looking at the hour glass ‘til the last
grain of sand drop, and they let me out.
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