Progress
How do I know I'm making progress
How do I know that if I start it will work
I can't keep going without knowing
I guess I'm still waiting
I can't take the anticipation
It's like being better is my only obligation
But I'm aggarvated and never motivated
I all my friends will be graduateing
While im stimulated and over stating that i just wanna get sadated
But I'm segregated and my brain ain't situated
whil'e I'm trying to be sofisticated
I'm not liberated I'm just nauseated
Maybe I need more medication
Invididuallity and the school lights give me head aches
I need to get better whatever it takes No matter the steaks
Maybe i won't feel compelled to hit the breaks