lately I've been thinking in rhyme
all my life I've been downtrodden
never thought I'd get caught livin' like a vagabond
always hoping for a new start but the heart can only bleed so much
it's hot to the touch but I've turned stone cold
but still haven't had enough
I'm rolling till I can't breathe no more
seems like the world wants you livin' like a whore
and even if you grinding yourself blind it seems like
it ain't never enough to satisfy the ever changing market
so you work to the bone and people holding out their hand
and you feel like you got a glock pointed at your dome
but when in rome you take a few tomes and slather together a plan
but if you can't and you're sitting there just parked the stark contrast
putting your senses on blast and you just wish the day would come when you could cash out
spend the rest of your life on the beat at 10 am sippin' tequilas while baywatch being filmed in the background
and they tellin' me I'm too old now so I might as well delude myself into a daydream
what you thinkin'?