Like the 8-track tape
I have faded
No longer do I juice wishful thinkers of their genius and artistry
My worth has diminished
My voice cast aside
My power can't stand alone
I wish for those first days
When I walked into a room and could alter fate
Make cats sweat while trying to be down
Felt my money clip increase
With a naive signature on the dotted line
But money became a trend that quit making the world go round
These days everyone wants to live out their passions
Do what makes them happy
Finding oneself is suddenly in
A new world is springing forth
People all over are finding their voices
And they ain't givin it to me
Like a rainstorm that's become a tornado
It's unstoppable
Truth
The antithesis of my being
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