Im different.

2 chains? 3 chains? doesn't make a difference.
 This world is a joke. and life is a joke. so put your hair down and get drunk..
drunk in love. drunk in your dreams. drunk in your kiss. drunk in this world. drunk in your arms and in your chest. 

 drunk enough to lay there with you. Unconsciously humming the tune of the duet in our hearts flowing with alcohol. That runs through our bloodstreams and into every one of our veins and where in your very eyes, I swear I see stars.
 Drunk enough to scream our favorite raps songs from the rooftops so we don't start the fight we know we'll lose because we fight. We're all fighting.
We fight for that front row of life. We want those "free tickets" you win on those radio stations no one seems to listen to anymore. but the hesitation and the doubt seem to get to our heads before the phone.
and the process of creating our own music comes to a halt.
We went to make something unique and of our own,  but we're all liars and cheaters just trying to make our pennys worth throughout the day.
we steal in the process of putting on a show for those judgmental strangers in the world to clap to.
"middle finger up to my competition" became so real.