Henry Lee Rudolph Jr. - P.E.A.C.E lyrics

[Verse I] What's the point of being in art? Nobody listen so I can't influence sh** I'm living basically off anything I get Wouldn't mind it, if I could afford to live Steady blinded by the debt Feeling violent as I find out that we bounced another check I ain't mad at the truth Know you feel it all too But what's a man to do? When capitalism is packed to brim with abuse Stare at the noose. Stare at the noose That was the previous tape So two big f** yous Two Big f** Yous I ain't trying to die But the pressures getting high That I just might end up k**ing mother f**ers for a dime In the prime of my life, but I die every night When I wake up to go cake up at a job I despise [Verse II] Back to the grind Put in the time And watching these dollar signs All fall in line Nine to a five Ten to a seven Attendance dependant, regardless Ya interested? You need to ball And the only working in Utah Is working these calls