End of Time

All I really wanna do is quit my job Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock All I ever wanted was to be myself Not compromise values just to get on shelves All I really needed was to speak my mind And now what I am needing  I just can't find So all I really want is to control my life Not be stuck in the matrix untill the end of time During the day I do what is needed to pay bills Leaving my freedom behind  Avoiding the ills Total concentration  On the goals I'm pursuing Using talents of music to get me  Out of the useless Day to day nonsense Being treated harshly Classism everywhere, staying calm is the hardest Sometimes I get mad, sometimes I feel sad And sometimes I radiate happiness it just depends On whats happening Is it having bands?  Or is it lavishness? Is it a cash advance? Or just a good family?  The definition changes Depends who's brain it is Everyone is different including what they are aiming at Myself, I want the freedom of doing my own thing Not clocking in & out for some one else's dreams I wanna be with my dogs in the day not at a job And stay up late with my wife every night, come on! All I really wanna do is quit my job Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock All I ever wanted was to be myself Not compromise values just to get on shelves All I really needed was to speak my mind And now what I am needing  I just can't find So all I really want is to control my life Not be stuck in the matrix until the end of time Another morning Out in the street  Walking the bear dogs Hoping the bosses don't bother me with their calls I didn't wanna sell my soul I still don't So I work away the day  And still smoke Walking fine lines of ill quotes Getting mad anytime I think of how no body knows What I'm doing or what it's for So I grab another page For my speech on microphones And let the thoughts escape Like a pimp losing his hoes All I really wanna do is quit my job Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock All I ever wanted was to be myself Not compromise values just to get on shelves All I really needed was to speak my mind And now what I am needing  I just can't find So all I really want is to control my life Not be stuck in the matrix until the end of time Don't talk down to me  Who the hell is this? Unapologetic words to a man who sits On a throne of thorn bushes pushing for a little glimpse Of the city from the top of a mountainous ridge I found that the river I'm drowning in is empty Just a dry bed of desolate remnants From a time before where it was all about the Benjamins Instead drug addicts lying to all of the residents Then again etiquette's never had the precedence Over anything profitable to company presidents Somebody's dead again from getting in The devil's pen Should've steered away from meddling with any types of them Someday the goal getters gonna his chance to live Just like el lobo & the rattlesnake Albuquerque New Mexico The place I chose to live After seeing other deserts I decided this was it All I really wanna do is quit my job Make music, sell merch, get paid to rock All I ever wanted was to be myself Not compromise values just to get on shelves All I really needed was to speak my mind And now what I am needing  I just can't find So all I really want is to control my life Not be stuck in the matrix till the end of time