Should I preach to a higher power, confess that I am devoured
I am diminished, caught in the eye of the storm and I am a flower...
it's poetic, it's copacetic, at the end of the day I feel so pathetic
no direction...the cost of it all is like the use of any known prosthetic
I got second place in the employee of the month award
but with the hours I get there isn't much reward...
there's so much remorse..I feel distant from myself again
there isn't much help when your the one helpin' them...
selfish and..depressed from the hours I'm spending..
putting all the work in that helps power the engine...
pounding my head in, I can't think without the sweatin'
another call from a collector I forgot about forgettin'...
Hello? Yea I know the issue, I don't need the calls you give too...
I'm bound to forgive you, but fuck you for the harassment you bitch you...
you snitch you, tell your supervisor I had to vent with you...
but there's another bill to the list no matter how big or how little
always making me, burn my cash, just know what I earn didn't last
what I take from the government I'm immediately giving back...
household utilities, with the household amenities
different name, different address, can't control the spendin' sprees...
another letter followin' me from the last place
second place still got me feeling like I'm in last place...
that's great....but I'm here still doing what I do nigga...
cause I don't got the patience to sit through interviews nigga...
powering the machine, burning paper like a motherfuckin' german
only because I got a son to feed knowing he's my fuckin' purpose
yea I fumbled the last lines
but I ain't no-showing like last time
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