Drapetomania (Me Venting)

I just want to run away

From life, from money, from people

The ironic thing is that every day

Of my life is spent already running away

From life, and people

But with money running away from me

I don't want to chase you either

You little shit

I need you to survive

Like bundled bits of oxygen

I breathe in paper

To a rich man it's easy to say

"Money isn't everything"

But for some of us, it is our only way

Up, in, around, hell

Sometimes its our only way out

And I get looked at like a filthy insect

When I don't have it

Don't flatter yourself

If I didn't have to spend every minute

Running and chasing

You'd be no more than a grain

In the sand, no longer an object

Of my undying despair

And I wouldn't have a care

If, I could just run away

And never look back