[Verse 1]
Man my life's like an opera, chocked full of drama
I try to set it straight, try to calibrate my karma
Pacing figure eights in my basement
Mediocre motivation stemming from a lack of stimulation
Bad vibrations got my foundation shaking
Like a hypochondriac with an overactive imagination
I'm overtaken by the dark side of the force
Waiting for this spell of depression to run it's course
Explaining to my son how come he only sees me part of the week
Has never been easy cause see he's starting to speak
Often repeats what he hears, it's awfully sweet
But he just doesn't get it that daddy's gotta hit the road
Shows never ending, it's such a struggle just to juggle jobs
And pretend that you're never gonna buckle never gonna bend
You've never seen a man hustle with a pad and a pen
You gotta hope [For what] for a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today
You gotta hope [For what] for a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today
[Chorus]
When the right hand going to know what the left one does?
Cause sometimes these rhymes are so confused
And when the left hand gonna know what the right one holds?
Times are tragedy, rhymes that slow gravity
[Verse 2]
I spent my last four dollars on a pack of cigarettes
And people wonder why I'm acting so depressed
It's cool to take the pressure, I'm practically the best
At making pennies stretch until I cash another check
Sometimes you're so alone it's only seems to make sense
You're lonely when the worlds got your back to the fence
You're nervous, intense, a symptom [?]
You spent up the rent for the heat coming out of your vent
I just [?] at the pawn shop or grocery
Hopefully a stroke of good luck is getting close to me
A day in the life of an unsigned dope MC
I'm feeling comatose, is this the way it's supposed to be
Offending my friends for lending me 20s and 10s
When they dwindle their pennies on plenty of Guinness
How many minutes would it take for me to get to the bottom of a bottle?
I've got problems, I'm not trying to solve em
Watch the wealthy flourish while my offsprings coughing
Got no health insurance yo their ain't nobody offering
I'm scoffing every time I see a Range Rover
This jingling change explains all these hang overs
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Making music in irrational fashions my only pa**ion
Tired of distraction, it's time for satisfaction
To be the main attraction [?]
Is just a fraction of all I ever wanted to be is prime for some action
This sticky situation is relating my mind, body, and spirit to anonymous corporations
Embracing an occupation that paves the way in
How I look, got my image out of a book
Tick tock, you don't stop punching the clock
I'm chocked full of ideas on a stumbling block
I'm locked down in this job, yo I think it's a crock of sh**
Maybe we should buy a one hit wonder kit?
Maybe I oughta be buying lottery tickets
Picking numbers and scratching cards with my guitar pick
I'm sick of this sh**, everything's been done instead
You should stop and think about all the sh** you've been fed
You gotta hope [For what] for a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today
You gotta hope [For what] for a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today
[Chorus]