Chasing the high; need it to get by.
Hopes and Dreams just seem to pass, why?
Looking down on myself, like, look at this guy!
Smothering my face with the pillowcase’
Same **** different day, still trying to plan my escape.
In this unfair a rat race; come to find out; the cheese is laced.
Moving forward; being held in place, bright future. Such a disgrace.
What we get isn’t always a reflection of what we deserve,
Sometimes even karma gets thrown a curb.