Census from Midlife Chrysler by Jeremy Moses Curtis

What do you mean my credits no good?
I filled the forms out like you said I should
I looked you in the eye and stayed in my chair
You say your sorry then pretend to care

You know I work twice as hard as you
Nothing to prove it's because I have to
No room for error and no room to fail
I'm just a child of God and not the one that's pale

I'm tired
I'm tired of trying to be seen
In your eyes
Like another human being

While we're at it what's this law you passed
The one to keep us from breaking glass
It seems to me like your on the run
Trying to keep ahead of a setting sun

I'm tired
I'm tired of trying to be seen
In your eyes
Like another human being

You count the families and you count the towns
You count the names you can still pronounce
Change some rules to move the party lines
Blame it on the left and you call it your right

I'm tired
I'm tired of trying to be seen
In your eyes
Like another human being

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