I see that cookie-cutter life, I ain’t never fit in,
Outkast, outlaw, being judged my friends,
They say they friends, they ain’t my friends, that’s how this story begins,
Overturn and overcome, it’s over-standing, ya dig?
I say we grab the shovel, hit the dirt; now it’s time to get to work,
Got mouths to feed, you best believe, I feel the pain of dirty deeds,
Done dirt cheap to fill they greed, ship that cargo overseas,
Triple profits in the name of filling pockets, what’s to gain?
I’m so ashamed of rising prices and lower pay,
I need to find a way to find a brighter day, every night I kneel to pray,
But what’s the use, I’m losing juice and motivation to continue,
Every day I see the same lame options sitting on the menu,
Where’s my change? Reset the stage, I fill this pain with ink and rage,
I’m searching for that simple life, the one that feels all right,
It’s so dark shed me some light, show me a spark, a flicker in the night,
Something that will get me motivated for this fight.
I’m searching for that simple, the one that I know will be all right,
I see the wrong, shed me some light. Show me the day, I’ve seen the night.
We’ve lost our way, it’s sad to say. It breaks my heart, I night I pray,
These tears they flow as evil grows, hold on tight we’ve lost control.
I can’t tell you what they’ve done to me, oh I say but cannot see,
This dawn’s early light breaking, taking all I am to make me be,
Twelve hours a day I slave, still I’m coming up flat broke,
Took out a loan to get to work, I’ll tell you it’s a joke,
Inflation’s got me pacing man, I don’t know what to do,
If gas goes up another dime, I’ll tell you what, I’m screwed,
I grew up old school, on the land, working hard with my hands,
But nowadays that type of work is just not in demand,
It’s all about the Pentiums here in this new millennium,
If I can’t fix it with a hammer then I just can’t help anyone,
I’m already done standing here, waiting in this line,
I don’t need a hand-out but the bank foreclosed what’s mine,
John Rich has already said it, they’re shutting Detroit down,
While the banks and automakers keep on putting their hands out,
When I think about my family, I just want to breakdown,
So if you’re up there on that hill, I’m the one you can bail out.
J.Smo has been releasing music independently since 1999, originally as part of BUNKS (Manchester, Tennessee). Now a father
of 3, husband, CMO, COO, musicpreneur, educator and jedi-of-many-trades, J.Smo continues to share his journey and thoughts while facing inner demons head on through rhyme....more