We’re trying to save ourselves
For so long we’ve needed help
If there’s any help it’s coming now
Cause some of us don’t know how
We’re going to make it through a time without support
How to make it through a time without work
If God cared he’d intervene
He wouldn’t let us be homeless
You know what I mean
We’re still trying without any means
Sitting up in my room
Trying to get away from you
I got those corona blues
Can’t go outside
Never know what might
Happen if you go into those corona blues
So I’m sitting up in my room
Running away from the corona blues
I’m looking for peace
But all I do is think
Think about what it will be like
When I can do whatever I like
But for now I’m sitting up in my room
With the corona blues
Out of the chaos we survive
Out of the chaos we thrive
We’re doing what we have to stay up
Don’t worry about us
When the hard times come
Only the weak fall
I’ve never been one of those at all
Stress is the only place I’ve lived
I’ve only lived when I didn’t have anymore to give
Sometimes I wonder what it would be
If I didn’t have this stress you see
I imagine living in a place where people are good to me
I imagine living in a place where people aren’t so insecure
But then I snap back to reality
And I see the stress that I always see
I guess at some point I should get used to it
If everything goes wrong anytime I speak to one of these
I might as well get used to living on my knees
But really I’ve been down so long
Everything looks like up to me
Anytime anything goes right I’m wondering if it’s really my life
Sometimes we’re stuck in a place where we’re alone
But I’ve always been on my own
Things go better when I know that the devil lives on my heels
If he didn’t I don’t think I’d be real
But everything is still looking up to me because what I’ve been through I couldn’t even put it into words you see
I’m sure someone understands how it feels to be left out of the creators good plans
I’m good at seeing the bad side of every man
The only way I get to know anyone is because of some good in my life that must be undone
The devil is busy and he always wins in my life
Maybe next time God will get it right
He does make mistakes
Or likes playing games
Because I’m tired of moving lanes
I’ve got to keep moving
No place is my home
So every year I begin to roam
It’s worth fighting for
Its worth fighting for
Traje el Amor
Does it matter who it’s for
Traje el Amor
Does it matter who it’s for
Welcome to snowville
Land of so much fun
I’m bouto make them hittas run
Sometimes we got to be the one
To show them we can’t be outdone
Its worth fighting for
Traje amor
Its worth fighting for
Traje el Amor
Does it matter who it’s for
Traje el Amor
I’m throwing snow everywhere
So you better be prepared
They tryna gas us up
But we know it’s not enough
We’re waiting on no one
We already waited a ton
Its worth fighting for
Traje amor
Its worth fighting for
Traje el Amor
Does it matter who it’s for
Traje el Amor
Toasha describes the glitch world in a way that makes you see it, feel it, and smell it. Glitch takes you to an apocalyptic world where people are searching for ways to get a chip or get rid of one even if it causes pain, but somehow Synta finds hope. She has hope for her family but hope may not enough.
We always hear stories of people in apocalyptic worlds that are trying to leave the old ways behind, but the people in Glitch are trying to keep some of that technology. People astonishingly steal and recycle chips. But most think they have the chips for good reason even if they could glitch.
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