Pain As a Hobby Iii

How much more can I take? Searching for love only to find dust in the wind Sick and tired of the same ol same ol I know, I know I’ll never meet someone like you ever again Pictures before our wedding you had a magical glow Now you walk around like you need a dose of Zoloft Accusing me of not loving you enough Hope I’m around to see my sons and daughters turn 50 But I’m afraid to put all my ice on I have a feeling that I need to shine every time The lights flash Someone may want to take it to the pawn shop. Them waiting at the light and throwing me out of my car to Steal the wheels underneath my buttocks Forget it, 10 out of 10 people die so I’ll just Leave my mark on the world while I’m here. Six hundred and sixty six offsprings wild and destructive I can feel the beast within It was just the way I was feeling Sorry to unload on you. They put the Africans on ships And sold us to slavery so of course I have a problem with minimum wages Now they lock my brothers up with maximum stays. Apparently, there must be a lot of drug addicts. Every kingpin rise and fall but drugs are still a Trillion Dollar business Who is to blame? The businessmen or the consumer? I guess it just gives me something else to write about! I was poor so of course I want to be rich But I’m stuck working behind a desk making another man rich. They can fire me any time they like and that leaves me wondering How to get formula that costs more than $20.00 a pop. Now multiply That number with all the newborns and you’ll see who are the real kingpins In my spirit I feel I was meant for more To be able to give freely and not worry about making any payments. Looking out of the window of a Hyundai at the white family driving by in their Mercedes Wondering why I couldn’t be born in the Gates family. They have gates that cost more than most people make in a lifetime. Never being satisfied with one so now I’m on number three and years from now Doing all I can to avoid my daughter asking me one day, “Daddy, why did you leave?” Dreading twenty years from today when she says “she is in love and wants to give it up” Terrified of her growing a butt and some hips Plus she’s bright Just like the way the dope boys like them Somehow I plan to beat Karma With my hands if I have to I’m looking in your eyes and your tears fall down your cheeks and the oracle states this is the end I throw a penny in the waterfall asking for one more chance. And you respond with “I never want to see you again!”