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long days endless nights

tired eyes swollen tight

spot of coffe pop a pill

all to prevent robing a till

standing over that wishing well

life has become a living hell

reaching for all that teaching

only to prevent hearing someone else preaching

another man's paradigm maybe a ghost

might not work for you like it work for most

wishful thinking that's what it boils down to

in the end everyone seems to know you but you

mama urged it daddy valued it

brother made it sister embrased it

you never seen it and still wanna quit

what does it hold, some pot of gold

suicide and insanity that's what i'm told



run dead last

don't pace so fast

there is no reward for how many you pass

what, you afraid of living with a lower class

if there wasn't a left there couldn't be a right

being so close to poor just make the rich uptight

so if at first you don't succeed

man you still have breath that's what you most need

watch out for that monster called success

its' render lots of folk nothing but lifeless