Chaotic face hold of a kangaroo

The dirty street is where I squat
I am a kangaroo
I am not walking in your shoes
back to the cigarette butt cabin

the filter a killer prejudice
that gives me a false impression
that twists my personal interpretation
Ha what is the reality through the eye of a kangaroo

What kind of lies do you see out of?
Diagnose this marsupial blindness
What inspires you to burn the nest
your home just for a few minutes of heat

what happened to the whole session of humility?
What happened to the moment you were able to see
the rusty jagged edges of the wreckage called hypocrisy
Kangaroo jumps over you face rose colored glasses fall off

Now the old woman to tell you how wrong you are
chaos off the cheeks chaotic face hold on you
neglected concrete, cracks and moss and old gummy stains
A kangaroo can avoid them by jumping

The baby can safely bob up and down until the trips over
it's home is the vehicle
its mother is the vehicle
The mystery is why the creature hasn't become extinct

tough roads and street side hags to tell you how you are wrong
the Kangaroo isn't very unique it just jumps and jumps and jumps
yet it's not extinct, no But the New Zealand Kiwi is.