With steady discipline, when I grip the pen
I'm like Mr. Rivera, the relief is here
Bringing ill rhymes, to a speaker near you

Sometimes I want to bleach my skin
Do we speak the same language?
Sometimes I want to trade places

I wanna spend a day in your shoes
You could spend a day in my Timberland boots
Hoping on a train, in a business suit

I get paid every week I get all the loot
I arrive at work, sip a cup of joe
Hop around the office, say wassup to the folks

I look at my computer screen/ I'm living it up
This is a dream/ I'm not giving it up
As time flies by, I'm feeling quite adjusted

This is easy, I do what's instructed
Then I get a call from the manager
I'm feeling mad pumped up, people giving me daps

Thinking about the raise
Thinking about moving out the hood
Into my own space

I walk into his office
He told me to shut the door
I execute the plan flawless

I'm waiting for the news
He lacks tense
I'll have money to pay the light bill and rent

He said he had some bad news
Okay I didn't get the job, oh well
I look at the sign on the wall it read, business is slow, it's time to lay off

I felt enraged, but I'm a caged bird
Without thinking, I started to say words
Oh no, I'm in the wrong predicament

Burning bridges before they been built
I was kicked off the property with no cash
It feels like a bad game of monopoly

On the train as I head home
Zoning out, wearing out my headphones
With a company 5 years then I get dropped

Feels like my heart is in a Ziploc (2x)

[Praverb rambling]