Work
You see, it isn't so easy
to make a couple dollars.
We keep on going to work
and some don't even bother.
Now your proud of who you are
because your finally doing it.
Working that hard
just isn't cutting it.
It is what it is,
& then again I think it's not.
The fire keeps on burning,
can't you feel it getting hot?
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