Soul Condition

We all have similar aims we stay struggling in similar ways Trying to stack a couple millions from minimum wage That would take a couple years working long hours a day And that accounts for annual minimal raise Living on bait is such a villainous state Got these young cats thinking being a cyber criminal pays Justify that with the fact they gave us mirrors and took us as slaves Now it's payback take a look at your face while we take that foreign exchange But that type of mentality leaves us all feeling unsafe I let loose my pen on a page It's all inked in (LinkedIn) like a professional space, all about connections The only difference is where I'm from nobody gives a about credentials or untapped potential Tunnel vision, where the rubber meets the road I'm in pole position Different strokes by different folks make polyrhythms I'm dealing with Dunning Kruger effect mixed with imposter syndrome Trying to make this money talk but I'm no good at ventriloquism Meanwhile the government is just a coalition of individuals who rig the figures Same song, reprised edition, aim wrong the entire mission So much vice in the city no one safe from annihilation We uncomfortable in our homes like foster siblings It's apocalyptic, can't go about my business God's my witness I'm dealing with unforgiveness I'm a menace, there's no other way I could tell it A blame game's what it isn't, it's a Soul Condition