In a world of faded jeans
money, rings and fitted T’s
I sit here watching people pass,
Racking my brain wanting to ask
if all the money that you spent today
was worth the hours you slaved away.
Or is everything set out for you?
with a family willing to let you do
all those lines of your cocaine
with the money they give you anyway
so you can simply stay awake
during the classes they paid you to take
I would rather just smoke some weed,
sit and think about the meaning of greed…
I guess I know that this day in age.
we all work for our hourly wage.