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Just Ain'T Good Enough
Why do the good men get the bad luck? Not moving cuz they all stuck Going down stead a up With not a person to love Cuz being kind All the time Just ain’t good enough You’ll get thrown out with the other stuff Blown away by big guys actin’ tough Shame life is now outta puff Though you’ve taken the smooth with the rough Now you guys are like “so what?” There just isn’t any use in trying When the bad guys do all the hiring Those who’re stabbing people’s backs Getting through to fast track Right to the top, no looking back Whilst I’m stuck with the old pack Whose boss is full of crap Cuz the good ones who ain’t as bad Are the needles in the haystack All I gotta say say is damn Why am I getting all the setbacks? It’s unjust Be bad or bust What are we hurting each other for The world is poor The human race is so sore No compassion anymore Why is it all so unjust? I’m the boy with the crooked smile Can’t look in the mirror, reflection’s vile Causing me to spit out bile Leaving grown men running a mile Cuz people they just judge on style So if your face ain’t flash n’ wild You’re gonna go nowhere For a while Don’t care if inside you’re fire As long as the outside’s mild They just don’t hire How on earth did it get this dire? No one looking for character They’d rather you’re a liar Or have a rich father Otherwise it’s so much harder Getting noticed by those in power It’s unjust One side living it up The other dying for love Of a home or cause Not believing in wars But it’s been forced with no remorse Why is it all so unjust? Trying to do things right Still they turn out wrong So I end up writing songs Bout’ how my life is too damn long A marathon people finish But I simply ain’t that strong My mind is all gone Thinking bout’ how the system’s so dumb Rewarding the greedy ones And plain thugs Patience and care are shit outta luck Never had a reason to get my hope up Cuz it seems to me That the air we breath Is only clean for the mean No wonder we’re all green With envy, cuz it seems Like our lives are so lean Got more losses than wins Get treated like a has been Even though I’ve tried avoiding sin I’m still searching for a place within This life of mine, hope I’m not wasting My time as I’m busting a gut, trying to get out in front But the race is so long I’ve forgotten what I want So I leave the prize to pretty eyes I move over cuz it’s glamour time Focus on the glossy lips and swaying hips And guys who look like movie stars, but shit Is that all of it? I thought there was something more than this Turns out the girls n’ guys Who look like lies Turn out happy n’ rich It’s unjust Guys in a rush Looking with a lust For the things which they desire They push and shove For what they want Never considering the need of others Why is it all so unjust?
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