I'm sick and tired of living a life when I'm constantly struggling.
Dead end jobs, reaching for a buck and I've always been wondering - When does %#@! get better, and when can I be happy?
Misery seems to be prevalent everywhere now, and no one hands me any attempt at positivity and I can't stand it.

People are always (*##$in' when they things they have were granted without any work.
I got no respect for laziness. A (*##$ slap is the only type of handout you dames could get.
So call it righteous anger. But the more I turn my head towards society, I see how weak these people are.

There is no justification. Feeding and biting when needing to start providing. Stand up, and make your own life and start surviving.
Get up off the couch, quit living off your doubts, and be a mother $#&@ing human living with the costs, and downs prevailing over ups. Approach the situation, and tell the world she's just a drunk (*##$ that you insist on taking.


I'm going off cause I'm disgusted with the lack of effort.
We got the world at our feet, but once our toes have entered slightly in the pool of selfishness, all you want is more.
And if you think that cash is happiness, then you're misinformed.

Don't get me wrong, I want the riches to blow.
But the lumber yard still, really isn't brining in doe.
But you won't hear me giving up, or asking anyone for help.

When I make my own living and wealth, I'll tell you how it felt.

I'm sick and tired of living a life when I'm constantly struggling.

Not in it for cash, but calling me "broke" is the truth, forget if it's humbling.
I need an escape. Everyone needs the time to free their mind, but 9-5's and 9-9's are not an easy life, for those who keep a head up.
Providing for a family, single parent, cause a #~!!@ of father, gradually abandon his responsibilities.

You call yourself a man? A REAL man is $#&@ing proud to call himself a Dad.
You !@#( skate out, and wonder why you got me hatin'.
Killing future's, turn your back on all your obligations.

I know I'm dissin', gettin' mad, but I'm passionate.
And those who know me, know I've always been a happy kid,
But I wont sit around silently and let it be. You know your sins, and you know what caused these enemies to show up. Maybe you should grow up and think about a fallacy of "future" in your "glory" with no guts.