Tell me how $12.50 can still feel like minimum wage? I'm locked in retail's cage.
Let out once every 4 days, and if the technology was relevant, they'd even page.
I don't wanna rage, just hop on a stage.
But a 9-5 is the only option when you skip college.
Check the beanie, make sure I got the sag swag.
Light up a dime bag with a fine hat.
And pray to God she won't become an old hag.
But opposites attract, so the other half you never had was your own bad.
No cover mag, just a nomad.
Career's wandering off path, a scary movie
In due time, I'm doubtless. It'll subdue me.
Underground an undergrad, and happy, truly.
I've had more sense than half these bachelors,
but life won't date me because I don't have a Masters?
Amidst modern imperial disasters, stellar times.
I'm working hard to turn my life into a fine whine.
I'm through complaining.
So how long you've been in pain is how long you'll sustain.

But it's not that bad.
But it's just not great.

I'm cutting ties like I don't plan on going to funerals.
A beautiful urinal, from friendships to friend's shit.
Dealing with it with half wit.
So every night without you was another pack of cigarettes.
Or a bong hit. Or like 20.
And 5 beers and a blank memory of the night before me.
Historically, my eyes report anomalies.
Its a competition trying to holler.
See, I don't get how you've surrounded yourself with that frame.
I've been as honest as the canvas wrapped back around the other way.
Here's my flaws, there's yours. Let's try.
No attempts, just lies, don't pry.
Thought died, one night revived.
Such pride, confide, chose sides.
People slip out in the morning like a Teflon dawn.
It's easy to see now how loyalty dies.
Cash equivalent of one night is a DUI, so forge a feeling to insure your life.
But I'll still answer everytime you call, this is how it falls.
Your removal was stalled.

But it's not that bad.
It's just not that great.

So throw your hands up one time if you feel like your whole life ain't panning out quite right.
We'll restore the balance tonight. We'll get it right.

Proud product of a twice broken home.
Learned how to be a man on my own.
No model or mannequin, just a brother, 3 sisters,
and a mother who endured damages.
And I'll be damned if I ever be him again. It offends,
but depends. A generational curse can have its end.
I'll scar my skin with a crutch, so when I need strength,
that'll come out of the ink, and that out of the pen.
Hell yeah, I've had my own share of troubles,
from the size of carbonation bubbles to vomit puddles.
One thing to trust me on, your life is never acting subtle.
Every moment is beautiful.
The constant balance of joys and struggles is an ever shifting, biased, predicting
gamble to see if your future matches your biddings.
...who the hell am I kidding?
Every time I could've moved forward, I instead chose sitting.
So if you've never been knocked on your ass,
I won't hope it happens, but I know it will.
The only thing I'll hold important over the entire event,
Is if the life you carved for yourself feels real.
Well, does it feel real?
This doesn't feel real.