Im working at a 9-5
a bullshit job, to stay alive
if it wasn't for my little man
id probably go with suicide
and shit is ill, life is getting way to real
tired of sitting at the table
worrying about all these bills piling up, up in my face
make me wanna jump a tower
then decide to go within
cant go out like a coward
thats the shit that make me wanna have to
go arround the bank
and thats the shit that make me wanna run up on you with a shank
im tryin to come up with a masterplan to oversee the challenges awaiting me
cuz everyday they couldn't see
the shit that i'd be going thru
the crazy shit up in my mind
and people telling me that i should go and take my time
but i ain't got no time to just be sittin' around
i gotta go and get a homie while im acting a clown
so pass the hand, hold the sand, here we are once again
just tryin' to survive let me go with the wind cuz
im sick and tired
of being sick and tired
rather get the gun and blow my brains out
cuz im feelin wild, i dont know
im tryin to sit and act like its ok
but how the fuck you supposed to survive on minimum wage
725 and alive, shit thats what they told me
should have gave them the finger
but im acting like it's ok
i can't tell em what i really wanna
i gotta hold myself together
or im a gonna'
you know its never too late
and no way im gonna wait
even though i got alot of bullshit up on my play
but man that shit is life
and i gotta play it right
talking to the man above like im entering light (AH)
kinda hearin, cant hear him
stuck up in the fire
and all this pain up in my eye
man it aint a lie
and imma get the money even if it kills me
and hopin' one day a dolla bill will come and save me.

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