I feel like im a diamond

And im buried in the sand

Gotta get up and fly

And hover over a new plan

Sick and tired of working

Everyday for my Uncle Sam

Sitting on this tram

writing words on my hand

Syllables, metaphors, and verses

Explaining to people who I am

I keep begging and pleading everyday

Still they don't know who I am

Invisible amongst shadows

Making my way through crowds

Screaming at the top of my lungs

Still I hear no sounds

No perpetual sound

For clowns

That aren't dressed with a cap and gown