[R.ichard Oasis]

I Found my Macbook in the back of the pack
On the rack where they nap
Took me to an attack
From Jack slackin' on
His scrapbook

In fact a slap on the hand
Was given to Dan and cams
Caught him stealing the fans
And stashing it in his van and

Vandalizing the nonsense instilled
In our conscience
To do right by the options
That they give in the office
Offers was given to me
To stay or leave, indeed

I need this job to turn the knob
It's locked to open doors for opportunity
With degrees, it stinks, must he
Make a decision on my future vision
I'm living in debt with a check
Paying my death

While holding my breath
And holding my bills tighter
Hoping these ducks don't give a fuck
Bout paying on time
Lighters to Sallie may
She rest in niece cuz Uncle Sam just killed my 2 weeks
...check...yo

Not really looking for money
Just looking for change
Changing for the same, reason
We tryna gain even
In the seasons

Falling for the winters summer y'all
Spring to get a job it's odd
We have patience to be paid
In cents
No extra money to spend
Like we ain't been paid since

Triple entendre, don't ask me how
World has to much drama, I'mma -
Take its bow
And point (arrow)
At the cowards
Referred as verbs
Showing action for the closed-captioned
Absent minded
Defecated my eyelids

To see honest lies die
I'm the alive kind, tryna
Make diamonds under pressure
The effort it takes to put in effort for
The record and wreck up any sector
That ain't paid
My checks up
So check up the sick plot to get guap, not
Priors is biased
Construction of life built on promises

Constructed by liars, lions, tigers, and bears
The wiz keep scaring the
Lids to be on top of our bottled lives
Life's not fair, we on a ride, while they making money
And I'm just tryna get off

Like quickies in law
Accusations in court aspirations
With statements have me facing the wall
So I'm escaping the
Laws, of time
Cause he who controls controls reality

And peoples to create Egos to control the Eco Geppetto
Everyone is puppets but few see the strings in mirrors
It appears our peers are more cored enforced
For more liquor
Incarcerated minded
While we count the dough
Intoxicated blindness
When we out on parole

Debt slaves just hustling for chains
From freeholders to employees
The rest is a daze but still
Minds are incarcerated yelling free will
Trapped in the spell of the dollar bill
It's real