father always said work harder not smarter,
yeah easier said than done.
you need to find an addict for your beautiful drug and dream has to die before a grave is dug.
what a beautiful view from the place called uncertainty,
torn between my blessing and impressing my family.
it's a game of tug-and-pull my glass was half full
until i realized being broke was only half cool.
now I'm working hard with these sore bones and calluses,
the broken door to my apartment is the drawbridge to my palace.
its the real world, the alarm clock is my nemeses but there's a need for shelter to protect us from the savages.
But that life homie, you cant bat twice homie...
shit you're in the long haul alone.
these clipped wings of my dreams fluttering is reminiscent of a dial tone, shit i wont die along.

people working harder you know that you're loosing your soul.
its a constant pace of stop and go.
i'm only here to tell you its the lonely grave of Frank Grimes.

its a damn shame that we are trained to sell,
but its white hot murder in this cubical cell.
a beautiful tale - full of mystery and intrigue,
abstract is surreal but the real is almost slipping.
fuck high on life, stuck in a 9 - 5.
I'm still here bounded by my open eyes.
and were the antithesis, pitiless and penny less picture this when you wish upon your sales pitch.
cause I'm grabbing the knife I'm sticking it in,
holding the pen writing it down,
hitting the ground hearing the sound
what once was love is misery now.
but wait...cant wait for the venom of the snake,
the fruit of love is labor but the consequence awaits.
I'm too late bit the fruit and went to college,
now I'm picking parts of passion from this rotten tree of knowledge.
free to speak and i spit when i clock out from my office,
leap of faith is legit when i climb out of the cave i crawled it.