(Close up) of Michael then (Pans) down to the notepad Michael has in his hands (he starts read off of it)
-Cement, gravel, sand and water bound together,
-Sitting on my shoulders four seasons of pressure,
-Bones aching thoughts racing I have never,
-Had an un stressful day,
-I’m fluffed with rage
-Am I lost in a trance, or am I lost in a daze,
-Am I locked in a cage, or am I locked in a space,
-Cant get pass this word so I cant get pass this page,
-Titanium of known as TI
-I think I’m surrounded by ones of it waiting for the day that
they free I,
-See I have been feeling like this from I was about knee
height,
-Wishing, wishing I could just put this tape on rewind
(Close up) of alarm clock, It rings. Michael slaps his hand down on to it, to turn it off and slowly starts to get up.
Michael (yawns) and then (mumbles)
-Grrrrooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaannn Arrrrggghhh.
(Long shot) from outside Michaels window showing him sitting up
Michael voice over
-I pray for better days, I dream for better days,
-But still it stays the same,
-Whether its sunny, cold or there’s rain,
-All I feel is strain,
-What I’m in… to me, has no name.
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