I'm stuck at work, from 11:30 to 8 //
goin bizerk, because this jerk be up in my face //
absurdly blurtin, expressin nothing but hate //
guess its safe to say that luck aint comin my way //
nothin but dreams of bucks, dreams of gettin payed //
but all i get is regret from dumb decisions that iv made //
nothin but countless days, of always livin afraid //
worryin if they'll evict me, if the bills dont get payed //
kicked to the curb, cuz im only makin minimum wage //
wut can i say? lucks just not goin my way //
and the bad luck?? its just not goin away //
im lookin forward to the day, where shit dont look gray //
its these thoughts keep me goin, keep my mind from runnin astray //
keep the lyrics commin about the situations that i portray //
and its the pictures that i paint in my brain that keep me sane //
kinda lost it neer the end... i think im a line short too.. but wutever..
anyways drop your thoughts.. any help is appreciated.