Once there was a promise
A promise made to me
That if I keep working hard

My dream would come to be
Built a future with my hands
Was punctual, met demands

Then suddenly tragedy
If the system keeps $#&@in' me
I'm going back to the box city

If patience is a virtue
Then I am a saint
Beaurocracy in motion

Sir
You're going to have to wait
It takes a buck to make a buck

And those with none I guess are $#&@ed
So we were never really free
This winter is killing me

I'm trapped out here in box city