Making Ends Shake Hands…
I wake up tired when my alarm buzzes at 5:15
I wash-up, now I’m dressed, ready and clean.
The routine I have to handle just to make it all stable
I have bills to pay and I need food on my table.
I don’t really trip off the politics, these players and games,
I’m just trying to do more than get by and stay sane.
At the same time I’m living my life in a maze.
Tryin’ to walk the straight and narrow man, but crime sho pays.
I see a lot of people doin’ dirt to pad their pockets.
While I sit back at home alone on sprockets and gadgets.
Looking for a better day to come my way someday soon.
I’m feeling the growing pains while I lay here in my room.
I look up out of my window and see the homeless dwell
And realize we’re not that far away from what you call hell.
In the city where I live and work it’s all so bad.
But I know I could be doin’ worse…that makes me mad.
I also understand the unemployment rate.
I’m liable to get cut if I show up late
I have to work until the sun switches shifts with the moon.
And I still have more work at home that I can do.
I try to do as much overtime that I can get, because I need to buy another pot into which I could piss.
Once I get it all together…
One day I’ll stand,
But for right now man,
I’m tryin’ to make my ends shake hands….
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