The Bird in a 28 Bar Cage

The world is a funny place Run through the money made By the exploitation Of glorified slaves I know 'cause I lived it 12 Hours a day On my feet with a break For just 30 minutes 5 Days a week For about 100 bills Paid at the end of it Now I'm no sentimentalist But that shit got even me down Thinkin' all about How some support families And get paid equally Low incomes for their labors Well you should've stayed in school Now you pay the price you fool Yeah, I mean I got up to college But had to drop out when the voices In my head started to yell At me in class to go to hell And I'm not sayin' this to moisten Your eyes or beg for your pity I was born this way and shitty As it may be I deserve it For misusin' psychedelics Knowin' it'd exacerbate My latent mental disorder But yeah, anyway I'm medicated these days And only suffer minor delusions That I filter out with logic So I should go back to college Just so that there's no confusion I live in a third world country A little south of Hollywood And I don't mean the hoods Of Los Angeles county I mean I live in TJ And that's why I was paid At that minimum wage Even though I could commute I don't think I have it in me To cross the border every day At the ass crack of dawn To work an American job So I settled for a factory That paid relatively Well in comparison To others. I share this in The hopes that you will know You're not alone in your struggles Tryin' hard as f*ck to hustle In this world when you're grown