[Verse 1]
Hittin the commute
My life is feeling mute
I'm stuck in this pipe like a mothaf**in flute
Chopped up like prosciutt'
Throw me in some pasta
Trying to add some spice in ya life like rasta
Hit the LIRR
I can't afford to drive my car
Would be workin at a bar
But my job's got benefits
My life ain't eggs and Benedict
I've lost a lot of friends and sh**
All for this f**in pension sh**
Watch me craft my penmanship, Yeah, Yeah
Every day's the same routine
Hop up off the train and leave
Workin at a desk
You think you're better than the rest
But you got sh** up on your chest
Spent your savings on a suit
Hoping one day you'll get the boot
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As I sit and look at life from an angle that's obtuse
I notice mothaf**ers have a few screws loose
They taking the abuse and it's proof that they're shattered
They do the same sh** like their life doesn't matter
Ladies and gentlemen line up for the a**embly
Same sh** different day those people I don't envy
Their lives and feeling empty and I'm sensing desperation
But their jobs are secure that's why they full of hesitation
[Verse 2]
Maybe I'm just hatin
That I didn't land a basic
9-5 job right when I graduated
I debated
Got my series 7 to flip some stocks
sh** was just as cold as Kettle 1 on the rocks
Filling up my metro
I was feeling special
Every day I'd make myself a cup of espresso
I knew from the get-go
That this sh** wasn't me
Standing on the phone all day long
Not my cup of tea
Took my degree
And I put it in the shredder
Started feeling better
They call me rap's salt and pepper
Sodium and spice
Mix it in ya life
When you chase ya pa**ion you don't care about the price
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