Spaceship by Francis Arevalo

we play cat and mouse over hurdles
see rats race and we running in circles
ain’t no one a winner instead of looking internal
we learn thorough, the world says rich is external
what’s the colour of greed, for me, the tone's funny
colour of envy's same colour as money
i admit, i could still surrender to a fresh pair
and be left with some deaf ears when my cheque clears
what’s the cost of a dream
for food and for liquor, stress 1st and 15th
rats in these traps for the cheese, raps bout beef
dough, cheddar, lettuce, and bread, when we can’t eat
what i bring to the table with 3 jobs
food for thought, hungry for a discog
make cake, great, but i need escape

i been feeling so lost
while building my spaceship
i don’t know if i can escape it
can you taste it?
tell me we’ll make it
i been feeling so lost
while building my spaceship
i don’t know if i can escape it
can you taste it?
tell me we’ll make it

It's life, ain't it? riddling about little things
In time won't mean a rhyme. oh no
we're caught in the, mix causin a stir
so when life don't give you lemons, make it work
now when the money's spent, CREAM get that money then
hard when cash rule everything 'round men
dolla dolla bill y'all  keep makin dolla bills til these bills fall
but that's a real flaw
see these kids on the corner, with lemonade, putting signs
and some kids on the corner, renegades, throw up signs
for remedies and for life, for "quarters," "nickels," and "dimes"
it don't matter much cuz we're young, affording a petty crime
but what's this all for, like why would i grind more
to feel safe, or just to make a good slave to these chain stores
Monday to Friday, we work til we're weak
Saturday's coming up, feel down, so fill it up, pretty please

can we fly away
to the sky today
can we fly away
to the sky
can we fly away
to the sky today
can we fly away
to the sky

i been feeling so lost
while building my spaceship
i don’t know if i can escape it
can you taste it?
tell me we’ll make it
i been feeling so lost
while building my spaceship
i don’t know if i can escape it
can you taste it?
tell me we’ll make it

you know it’s that
same old, same old, you know the saying goes
always daydreaming and complaining that the pays low
so i stay scheming but the wage don’t
get any better like the weather or the days won’t
the clouds are grey, they shroud my days, i’m not ok
week to week, find i’m weak in an awful daze
when the mornings come up, i put on a face
i’m lost, with no cause, i don’t want to stay
i’m sorry, i don’t mean to overshare more and waste a word
it’s not often someone cares at my place of work
but truthfully, i got a lot on my mind
i talk to myself always and often it rhymes
yeah, i rap and make beats, thats what i love at my core
i’ve learned on this laptop since i worked at this store
in-between customers, i take my pen to the page
and plan my escape

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Vancouver