[Verse I]
What's the point of being in art?
Nobody listen so I can't influence shit
I'm living basically off anything I get
Wouldn't mind it, if I could afford to live
Steady blinded by the debt
Feeling violent as I find out that we bounced another check
I ain't mad at the truth
Know you feel it all too
But what's a man to do?
When capitalism is packed to brim with abuse
Stare at the noose. Stare at the noose
That was the previous tape
So two big fuck yous
Two Big Fuck Yous
I ain't trying to die
But the pressures getting high
That I just might end up killing mother fuckers for a dime
In the prime of my life, but I die every night
When I wake up to go cake up at a job I despise

[Verse II]
Back to the grind
Put in the time
And watching these dollar signs
All fall in line
Nine to a five
Ten to a seven
Attendance dependant, regardless
Ya interested?
You need to ball
And the only working in Utah
Is working these calls