Working Man's Blues

I remember a fantasy I believed in Forever the music is what I needed Ever since I was younger hunger defeated Me with A stunning run of achievements See it's Been one of another seasons Seeking What I feel is the reason For a mother fucker to even be breathing Leaving my dreams is impossible I've got to go For all my goals I'm never gonna stop I ain't lost I just took the back roads When I twist weed in leaves of tobacco To keep calm Preventing moments of being an asshole I've tackled So many issues already But still can't quit this job Not yet it's Really becoming a problem again and I hate working all day for chump change pennies. I don't wanna answer your phone I don't wanna sweep up your floors I don't wanna take any complaints I don't wanna do this anymore I just wanna quit this damn job And finally become a star Life of a musician is hard But it beats punching a time card Everyday all day I'm smoking on herb To control my temper whenever the boss Is on my nerves I done lost my urge To deal with authority figures I do not serve Any purpose When I'm here Never earned a living Near A nervous breakdown And uncertainty unclear Of any future in a job Working for somebody else Got me mad in the morning Knowing I'm doper than anybody That you've ever heard before Yes I said it Sick of being humble, struggling and never getting What I've been working for Over the course of a Decade and a half With a lot of surgical Precise words in store Legally earn my dough But I don't wanna be here anymore than you do Gotta shake off the voodoo That regular life has put to you I don't wanna answer your phone I don't wanna sweep up your floors I don't wanna take any complaints I don't wanna do this anymore I just wanna quit this damn job And finally become a star Life of a musician is hard But it beats punching a time card What we talking about Is an alternative route The same destination But the preservation Of my name will differ From the ones who give up Cuz of stubborn persistence Resistance from listening To those who don't get it It was all Already pre-written I guess you can call This just a glimpse in To how it be feeling when under these symptoms Not exactly depression Cuz you know life is good full of lessons Medical weed, good love, and blessings In abundance, Rushes of blood and consumption Of good food after getting blunted But it's like I'm waisting away Not even getting paid Enough to pave my way To escape the fate of going out Before I make a mark on this place I don't wanna answer your phone I don't wanna sweep up your floors I don't wanna take any complaints I don't wanna do this anymore I just wanna quit this damn job And finally become a star Life of a musician is hard But it beats punching a time card