It's that time!
you look at the clock wishing to reverse what you see,
Going back to bed and dreaming of your reality!
but in this time of,
So called "change!"
The word "work!" is the only thing fucking up your brain....
Follow these rules and it's easy to become their tool!
do as they say and even if you see an easier way,
It's still not ok!
take the pay and after the bills get payed,
You got a few pennies saved.....
dress to please or should it be,
"Dress in these!"
Making the boss look good as you seat in the shadow's like a good puppet should!
The day is almost through....
Thinking of home and seeing the loved one's who never see their father that much.....
not cause he's got a sugar momma on the side,
Just that work keep's on him like a constant roller-coaster ride....
feeling so nauseous and wanting to go home but to get off this ride would consist of
jumping off and that would lead to a fatal surprise