the skies have risen
and life starts to move

same thing
day in and day out

like ants in a ant farm
the streets are filled

the sounds of nothing
are now filled with sounds

everybody in a hustle mode
most morals are forgotten

from point a to point be
without a hello or a good bye

with only one mission
to get that paycheck
your fix


it can be such a revolving mess
trapped in a life you do not like

is it the job
is it the place
or
is it just your thing

you hear people talk about ******'s
but you are close to one in the same

running and hustling
here to there

life is to short
not to break out