I do everything for the culture,
Everyone’s stealing from me, like a vulture.
Ain’t got no breaks on this damn car,
This was a mistake, driving home from the bar.
Pick your poison, how fucked do you wanna be?
I’m the man now, consequences don’t just affect me.
I’m going out, no matter the weather,
24/7 gotta give it my all, no half measure.
Rain, snow, sleet, ice, tornado, I don’t care,
Dangerous when I’m focused, better beware.
No sick days, the grind can never stop,
Can’t waste this opportunity, I cannot flop.
Just gotta do better, be a better son,
Take the gun, off my temple, I’m not done.
I’m counted out, before we even start,
I’m gonna get famous off my art.
Working my fingers, down to the bone,
Chronic pain setting in, but I’m in the zone.
Muscle fibers ripping like a pair of jeans,
Listen closely, you can hear them scream.
Mix the painkillers, with some alcohol,
I like my cigarettes, with a hint of menthol.
Nerves keep firing off, this body’s broken,
Liquid nitrogen bath, makes my blood frozen.
Medication everyday, just to feel normal,
At my best in the night, I’m nocturnal.
Insurance won’t pay for my shit,
Got a job, that I hate, but can’t quit.
Money’s dried up, like South Africa,
Can’t live if your broke, it’s not algebra.
Down to my last dollar, gotta pay rent,
Nothing to my name, not a single cent.
Spending money, I don’t have, just to flex,
MD tax rate, keeps burning through my checks.
Big pharma and tobacco, taking it all,
From the top, it’s a long fall.
I do everything for the culture,
Everyone’s stealing from me, like a vulture.
Ain’t got no breaks on this damn car,
This was a mistake, driving home from the bar.
Pick your poison, how fucked do you wanna be?
I’m the man now, consequences don’t just affect me.
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