[Verse I]
What's the point of being in art?
Nobody listen so I can't influence sh**
I'm living basically off anything I get
Wouldn't mind it, if I could afford to live
Steady blinded by the debt
Feeling violent as I find out that we bounced another check
I ain't mad at the truth
Know you feel it all too
But what's a man to do?
When capitalism is packed to brim with abuse
Stare at the noose. Stare at the noose
That was the previous tape
So two big f** yous
Two Big f** Yous
I ain't trying to die
But the pressures getting high
That I just might end up k**ing mother f**ers for a dime
In the prime of my life, but I die every night
When I wake up to go cake up at a job I despise
[Verse II]
Back to the grind
Put in the time
And watching these dollar signs
All fall in line
Nine to a five
Ten to a seven
Attendance dependant, regardless
Ya interested?
You need to ball
And the only working in Utah
Is working these calls