We hang on by a thin thread
Concrete haven boasts chances for bread
A lot survive with minimal time
No steps ahead, no vision
Just a fear of the landlord plus the feds
Vultures exist I know
They fly at peak height, to keep out of sight
Then swoop will all might when bloods spilled
Pick at vitals, leave you 0, not literally k**ed
Just stranded with poor-man thrills
A f**in' pace where you can't stand still
Checks that, barely made it for the meal
I look up, is it real?
That those in the towers could hand us a mill?
An Ox told me stop and man will k**
Eating his own kind to strive.... but I....
Can't stand that deal
But then again some sh** is too real...
Some more extra green
Receive sh** from occupations extra mean
Giving power, to enable them dawn showers
I ride with them, all but me on a purpose
They ride to preserve, I ride to to walk some miles for one to come
Running from goals still undone.... dumb
My efforts a crumb of comparison to the sheep ant hybrid garrison
My aimlessness, no better than
A stop and risk on a colored fam
All alleged and it don't escape me, goddamn
Systems that don't allow me to stand still
Thankful cuz I can have a meal
Is the chance nil, that in this life
I can ama** a meal
An Ox got strong through the will to k**
Now I question if it's for the meal or the thrill
All I know is that I create real....
Believe me